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Standing by the Everyman digging the rigging on my sail
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Rain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell of
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fairy tales
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The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades
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I'll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene
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and fades
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In the night time
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Crystals sparkle in the grass, I polish them with thought
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On my lash, there in my eye a star of light is caught
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Fortunes told in grains of sand, here I am is all I know
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Candy stuck in children's hair everywhere I go
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In the night time
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Gypsy is the clown of love I paint his face a smile
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Anyone we ever make we always make in style
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Yeah, strange young girls with radar screens and hands as
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quick as hate
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I won't just now, later on maybe, and even then I'll wait
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In the night time
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Standing by the Everyman digging the rigging on my sail
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Rain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell of
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fairy tales
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The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades
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I'll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene
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and fades
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In the night time
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Hampstead Incident
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