The air was neither night or a day,
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But faintly dark with softest light
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When first glimmered into sight
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The Cottage of Lost Play
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You and me - we know that land
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And often have been there in
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The old days, old days
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The dark child and a fair
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Was it down the paths of firelight
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Dreams in winter cold and white,
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Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours
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The air was neither night or day,
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But faintly dark with softest light,
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When first there glimmered into sight
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The Cottage of Lost Play
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And why we never found the same
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Old cottage, or magic
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Track that leads between a silver sea,
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Between a silver sea
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And those old shores and gardens fair
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Where all things are that ever were -
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We know not, You and Me
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We know not, You and Me
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Those old shores and gardens fair
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Where all things are
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That ever were
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The air was neither night or day,
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But faintly dark with softest light,
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When first there glimmered into sight
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The Cottage of Lost Play
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And those old shores and gardens fair
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Where all things are that ever were
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We know not, You and Me,
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We know not, You and Me
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And these old shores
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And gardens fair
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Where all things are
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That ever were [before]
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Air was neither night or day
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But faintly dark with softest light
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When first there glimmered
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The Cottage of Lost Play
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Over Old Hills
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| Summoning |
