The summer was the reason
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Why it took so long to see
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That even if I do possess
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Some seeds of honesty,
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There is no garden,
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So how come I have no land?
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I shall be waiting here awhile
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To see what comes to hand.
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Misers mise and compromise;
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I know what I have seen.
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The wanderers are in the east;
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That's where I should have been.
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But I did not go there;
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I couldn't find the way.
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I do believe I made a try,
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But I really couldn't say.
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Oh, that wretched Wilbur,
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He keeps ploughing up the land.
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He fights the battle thoughtfully
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With roses in his hands.
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But where is the fight now?
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So play us your merry song.
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The autumn, it has blown away,
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And the winter, it is long.
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Wretched Wilbur
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Sandy Denny |