And it's over now
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The guns have flowed
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The nightmare flashed
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On a cradle road
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As the guilty rain came down
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No child to hold
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Through anxious fears
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No gentle hand
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To catch the tears
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That soak this ancient ground
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The smile that breaks so gently
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Belies a troubled head
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Like a voice that holds the secrets
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Of the life you might have led
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Eyes with pale indifference
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In danger and in grace
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But the glance that knows the death-knell
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Left its shadow on your face
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In the deep enduring darkness
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As your loyal friends go down
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Touched by the violent crown
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'Til their hunter's hunted down
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Chorus
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The web is slowly woven
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The endless dreamers shed,
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In the dawn the curfew is broken
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On the Sunday morning's dead.
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Centuries of thunder
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Take the Castle in the flood
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To the cold night air of London
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Where you hands are bound in blood.
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Mid winter deepened
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As the parting turned inside
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A thousand times you cried
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But the shadow never died.
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And it's over now
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The guns have flowed
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The night mare flashed
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On a cradle road.
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As the guilty rain came down.
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No child to hold
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Through anxious fears
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No gentle hand
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No graceful years
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Just bitter ancient ground.
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But it's over now
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The Shadow
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| Mary Black |
