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<< Wind In The Willows >>
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--- Blackmore's Night
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As I went a walking
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One morning in spring
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I met with some travelers
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On an old country lane
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One was an old man
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The second a maid
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The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
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"With the wind in the willows
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The birds in the sky
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There's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie...
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We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
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To share on our journey with all of mankind".
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So I asked them to tell me their name and their race
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So I could remember each smile on their face
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"Our name, they mean nothing...
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They change throughout time
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So come sit beside us and share in our wine"
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So I sat down beside them
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With flowers all around
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We et from a mantle
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Spread out on the ground
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They told me of prophets
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And peoples and kings
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And all of the one god that knows everything
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"We're traveling to Glaston
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Over England's gren lanes
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To hear of men's troubles
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To hear of their pains
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We travel the wide world
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Over land and the sea
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To tell all the people
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How they can be free..."
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So sadly I left them
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On that old country lane
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For I knew that I'd never see them again
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One was an old man
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The second a maid
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The third was a young boy who smiled as he said...
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Wind In The Willows
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| Blackmore's Night |
