Half way through the wheat, my golden foe
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With his itching ears in the scorching heat.
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The weight of summer, torment to my hands
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Armed with a sickle I am out for his beguiling glance.
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Thought I heared a mare neighing from the creek
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Where in every hour spared we anxiously would meet.
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Drunken whispers noone could hear
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'til the day when hordes of wasps
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Poisoned every hour so passed.
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She was faint as I when she spoke to me.
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Reluctantly. Words came through
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Words of leaving here and leaving me.
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And her eyes grew bigger then
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Bound in moonlit glittering.
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She Leaned to me and whispered tears into my ear.
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Well, I went to see the creek again
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And many a day I'd stand at its shoreline wondering
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If it might be heading north
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Through the timber, passed the lake and our chalet
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should have gone with her, should have gone with me.
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But I stayed when she begged me
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to come with her, never to separate, never to be alone.
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And lept silent when I should have sung the song of heart
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And remained loyal to the thief.
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There is a road that I must travel
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May it be paved or unseen
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May I be hindered by a thousand stones
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Still onward I'd crawl down on my knees
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At sudden swallows took upon the scene
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Heralding what I could not have foreseen
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a threat of rain on the dark horizon
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A strong foreboding of a storm arising.
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And willows'd roar, midges dazzled
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birches sigh from painful lessons
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lessons they'd learned in life
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that every stem breaks if bent too far.
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Will I run for a shelter and quiver ?
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Will I run away, be idle and shiver ?
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And thunders pound so hard, pound the drums of warfare
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Hungry clouds draw closer with reptile teeth as lightning
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Is it the fear of the inevitable that is keeping me awaiting?
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I am rigid as of reverence, still and enduring.
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I must have seen it coming.
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Oh my longing's neverending. Time's so pale
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So come with colors, paint it burning red
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I fear no more, can see clearly now
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The morning sun beyond the clouds.
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And when the dark night seems endless
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With only a quarter moon left of light
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I am longing back to times of splendor
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Longing far away, away from here and back to you.
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I swagger back and forth dancing the betrayer's dance
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For the last of all times, I swear
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For the last damn time, I swear !
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I am over and through with all your lectures
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I know this is the right step to do
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Over and through with all you lectures
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I know this is the right thing to do !
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if I don't leave now I will be lost in the hot burning dungeon
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they have oh so thoroughly prepared for me to all eternity.
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Hear her whispering feel my cheek ablaze
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And I take the first step of a thousand more to come.
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There is a road that I must travel
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May it be paved or unseen
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May I be hindered by a thousand stones
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Still onward I'd crawl down on my knees.
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Back To Times Of Splendor
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