It was just before the moon hung
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Her weary heavy head in
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The gallows and the graves of
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The milky milky cradle
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His tears have turned to poppies
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A shimmer in the midnight
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A flower in the twilight
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A flower in the twilight
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And our screaming
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Is in his screaming
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Our screaming in the willow
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They took him to the gallows
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He fought them all the way though
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And when they asked us how we knew his name
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We died just before him
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Our eyes are in the flowers
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Our hands are in the branches
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Our voices in the breezes
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And our screaming
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Is in his screaming
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Our screaming in the willow tree
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We're waiting by the willow
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Our milky milky cradle
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Our lockets long have rusted
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His picture worn and weathered
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Our hair is in the garden
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The roses in our toeses
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Our heart are in the blossoms
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Our eyes are in the branches
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And our screaming
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Is in his screaming
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Our screaming in the willow tree
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Gallows
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Cocorosie |