Take me back to you.
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This strange world I've been seeing
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The way you hold me like a creature
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Brings me back the thirst for freedom
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Hollow freedom
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Nights are growing cold,
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Loneliness just makes them colder
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All there was is growing older
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Creeping back through time,
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tries to remember
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I try to remember.
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You may fall into the sea,
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And you may think while you are sinking,
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You may feel as tall as trees,
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But someday time will bring you winter.
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Grieving by a grove,
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In the churchyard, beneath the sundial,
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Amongst the graves with their moss covered names
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Sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise
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Just be kind.
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You may fall into the sea
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And you may think while you are sinking
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You may feel as tall as trees
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But someday time will bring you winter.
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Time Will Bring You Winter
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| Richard Hawley |
