(Will Oldham after Dick Gaughan version)
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what's the winter's cold negative press
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what's the spring with its air of rebirth
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to those felled under wildest duress
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trading freedom for a false sense of worth
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let the love of our own sacred rites
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to the love of our people succeed
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let friendship and future unite
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and flourish in idea and deed
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let the costume distinguish the strong
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place riches in lowest esteem
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it's for excess that people do wrong
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and to liberty honesties lean
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letting one minute go on
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without seeing yourself with an eye
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that is watchful and kindly and strong
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is as letting the soul drop and die
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Idea And Deed
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| Will Oldham |
