| When you ate i saw your eyelashes
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| Saw them shake like wind on rushes
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| In the corn field when she called me Moths surround me — thought they’d drown me And i miss your precious heart
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| And i miss your precious heart
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| Can you hear me, will you listen milkymoon
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| Don’t go near me, don’t go missing
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| In the lissome light of evenin'
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| Help me, cosmia — i’m grievin'
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| Dry rose petals, red round circles
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| Frame your eyes, and stain your knuckles
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| Dry rose petals, red round circles
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| Frame your eyes, and stain your knuckles
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| And all those lonely nights down by the river
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| Brought me bread and water, water in But though i tried so hard my little darling
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| I couldn’t keep the night from comin’in
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| And all those lonely nights down by the river
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| Brought me bread and water, kith and kin
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| But in the quiet hour when i am sleepin'
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| I couldn’t keep the night from comin’in
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| Why you gone away
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| Gone away again
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| I’ll sleep through the rest of the day
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| If you’re gone away again
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| I’ll sleep through the rest of the day
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| Sleep through the rest of the day
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| Sleep through the rest of the day
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| Why’ve you gone away, away
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| Seven suns, seven suns
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| Away, away, away, away
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| Can you hear me, will you listen
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| Don’t come near me, don’t go missin'
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| In the lissome light of evenin'
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| Help me cosmia, i’m grievin'
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| And all those lonely nights down by the river
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| Brought me bread and water, water in But though i tried so hard my little darlin'
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| I couldn’t keep the night from comin’in
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| And all those lonely nights down by the river
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| Brought me bread and water, kith and kin
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| But in the quiet hour when i am sleeping
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| I couldn’t keep the night from comin’in
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| Beneath the porch light we’ve all been circlin'
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| Beat our duck’s hearts, singe our flower wings
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| But in the corner, somethin’s happenin'
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| Wild cosmia — what have you seen?
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| water were her limbs, and the fire was her hair
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| See the moonlight caught her eye
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| And she rose through the air
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| Well if you see true light, then this is my prayer, oh;
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| Will you call me when you get there?
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| And i miss your precious heart
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| And i miss your precious heart
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| And i miss your precious heart
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| And i miss your precious heart
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| But release your precious heart
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| To its feast, oh precious heart milkymoon |