Let me bring you songs from the wood:
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to make you feel much better than you could know.
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Dust you down from tip to toe.
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Show you how the garden grows.
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Hold you steady as you go.
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Join the chorus if you can:
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it'll make of you an honest man.
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Let me bring you love from the field:
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poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
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To heal the wound and still the pain
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that threatens again and again
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as you drag down every lover's lane.
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Life's long celebration's here.
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I'll toast you all in penny cheer.
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Let me bring you all things refined:
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galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
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Greetings well met fellow, hail!
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I am the wind to fill your sail.
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I am the cross to take your nail:
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A singer of these ageless times.
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With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
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Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
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Songs From The Wood
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| Jethro Tull |
