Down in the park
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And the lust of the light
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Among the stray dogs and families
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I smell the bonfires, and
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Watch the bonbs
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Fireworks burst above the trees
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And to pillows of white cloud, and
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Another year has gone
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Now it is the fifth of November
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I lock the doors, and
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Swallow the key
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And draw the curtains, closed forever
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Forever
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The Bluebell
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| Patrick Wolf |
