(Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas)
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Goodnight my love
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I'm so alone
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And so surrounded
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By your sweet memory
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I cannot sleep
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For all these dreams
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They come to play
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Till dawn comes stealin' them away..
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The fruit of the wild rose
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Hangs here with summer gone
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Voluptuous crimson
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As the days become colder
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The fruit of the wild rose
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In a warmer country
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Where the sea meets the land
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You may walk with your baby
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In the afternoon
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Perhaps some aroma
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From a street cafe
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Might sadden your eyes
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Carry you away
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The fruit of the wild rose
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Sweet and so sour on the tongue
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Swollen and crimson
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As the light fades and shortens
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The thorny wild rose
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She gave me a summer but she's gone
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As England faces the winter
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In your eyes, in your mind, in your mind
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Clearer than a photograph
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No passing of time
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Ever could fade
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You and I
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Shimmering ghostly
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Like a wild garden from another life
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Will you throw your arm
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Turn your body round
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Breathe a sudden sigh
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Wherever you lie sleeping
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Stir your hips
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Feel the seed inside so sweet
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Dreaming westbound waves
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And a man comin' back from the sea...
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Dreaming
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Dance for me rose
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The Fruit Of The Wild Rose
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| Marillion |
