Doubled the top knot
Flew out the lattice door
Do what he wouldn’t
Do what he couldn’t do
No lack of ‘wouldn’t’ could be my undoing
No lack of trying
No lack of sighing ‘loo’
Weave songs of loving late
Dream songs of dying
Recite the oakwood flame
Rings count my olden days
I’ve seen the beaches
Breached the peak of ‘please’ and ‘thanks’
I’ve seen my features age
My fingers strange
From the dew
From the dew, of the fields
We grew
And I built a ship for two
It waits for me and you
In the dew of the fields
Is it real?
Is it real?
Flew out the lattice door
Do what he wouldn’t
Do what he couldn’t do
No lack of ‘wouldn’t’ could be my undoing
No lack of trying
No lack of sighing ‘loo’
Weave songs of loving late
Dream songs of dying
Recite the oakwood flame
Rings count my olden days
I’ve seen the beaches
Breached the peak of ‘please’ and ‘thanks’
I’ve seen my features age
My fingers strange
From the dew
From the dew, of the fields
We grew
And I built a ship for two
It waits for me and you
In the dew of the fields
Is it real?
Is it real?
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