[Spoken Track]
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[Rowena:]
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Far away far away
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Are not all lovely things far away
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As far at least lies that valley
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as the bedridden sun in the luminous east
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The paralyzed mountains, the sickly river
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Are not all things lovely far away
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Are not all things lovely far away
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It is a valley where time is not interrupted
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Where its history shall not be interpreted
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Stories of satan's dart of angel wings
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Unhappy things
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Within the valley of unrest
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The sun ray dripped all red
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The dell was silent
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All the people having gone to war
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Leaving no interrogator to mind
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the willful looting the pale past knowledge
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The sly mysterious stars
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The unguarded flowers leaning
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The tulips overhead paler
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The terror stricken sky
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Rolling like a waterfall
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over the horizon's fiery wall
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A visage full of meaning
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How the unhappy shall confess
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As Roderick watches like a human eye
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While violets and lilies wave
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Like banners in the sky
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Hovering over and above a grave
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As dew drops on the freshly planted eternal dew
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Coming down in gems
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There's no use to pretend
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Though gorgeous clouds fly
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Roderick, like the human eye has closed forever
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Far away far away
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Roderick, whatever thy image may be
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Roderick, no magic shall sever the music from thee
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Thou hast bound many eyes in a dreamy sleep
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Oh tortured day
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The strains still arrive
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I hear the bells
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I have kept my vigilance
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Rain dancing in the rhythm of a shower
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Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating
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To not hear the beating heart
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But only tears of perfect moan
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Only tears of perfect moan
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The Valley Of Unrest
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| Lou Reed |
