Alone with my thoughts this evening
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I walked on the banks of Tyne
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I wondered how I could win you
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Or if I could make you mine
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Or if I could make you mine
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The wind it was so insistent
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With tales of a stormy south
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But when I spied two birds in a sycamore tree
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There came a dryness in my mouth
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Came a dryness in my mouth
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For then without rhyme or reason
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The two birds did rise up to fly
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And where the two birds were flying
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I swear I saw you and I
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I swear I saw you and I
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I walked out this morning
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It was like a veil had been removed from before my eyes
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For the first time I saw the work of heaven
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In the line where the hills had been married to the sky
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And all around me
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Every blade of singing grass
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Was calling out your name
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And that our love would always last
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And inside every turning leaf
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Is the pattern of an older tree
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The shape of our future
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The shape of all our history
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And out of the confusion
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Where the river meets the sea
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Came things I'd never seen
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Things I'd never seen
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I was brought to my senses
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I was blind but now that I can see
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Every signpost in nature
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Said you belong to me
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I know it's true
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It's written in a sky as blue
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As blue as your eyes
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As blue as your eyes
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If nature's red in tooth and claw
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Like winter's freeze and summer's thaw
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The wounds she gave me
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Were the wounds that would heal me
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And we'd be like the moon and sun
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And when our courtly dance had run
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Its course across the sky
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Then together we would lie
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And out of the confusion
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Where the river meets the sea
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Something new would arrive
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Something better would arrive
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I was brought to my senses
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I was blind but now that I can see
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Every signpost in nature
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Said you belong to me
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I was brought to my senses
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I was blind but now that I can see
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Every signpost in nature
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Said you belong to me...
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I Was Brought To My Senses
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Sting |