I was walking thru the forest
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One cold and dreary morn
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My heart sick with jealousy
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And memories I need no more
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No I could never kill a man
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But I would do him harm
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Knowing that you’re there
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Lying in his arms
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My flesh was ripped and torn
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By the bramble and the thorn
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I was lost but well-prepared
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To offer up my soul
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Because the greater misery
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Is to live with what I know
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The moon concealed by April’s storm
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No bearing I could find
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Until I fell into a clearing
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And a road I recognized
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I was far
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Far from my home
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Further from her smile
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Not sure if I would return
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Or just lay down and die
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As I stood in Phaedra’s Meadow
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Well the dawn did break the sky
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And from the highest up in heaven
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The Weaving Star fell into my eyes
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Phaedra's Meadow
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| Nick Drake |
