One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky
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I do not know if I was really sad to see her go
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For in her place there was a herd of early morning cows
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They moved in one direction
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They knew where, when, how, why not
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There is a strange well I go to
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And each time
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I lean, I look
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I learn, I leave
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I go back to town
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Saying things I don't believe
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My words they're just pebbles under water
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They rise like flocks of birds
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They are discontinued because the well has overhead and said
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Are your opinions not confirmed until you tell them to someone
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And is this the lonely night not real until it has been framed as one
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There is a strange well I go to...
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I spoke about the rosewood proud and I said this river is wise
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And I said these mountains are all-seeing
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Said the well--you must realize
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That once again your words have pulled the universe out of place
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To exist it need not have a human face
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There is a strange well I go to...
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And sometimes when I go there and my heart is clear
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There are no visions--there are no sounds to hear
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Oh strange well--does your voice rise and fall
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When I am away
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And do your watercolours run like they're doing today
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There is a strange well I go to
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And each time
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I lean, I look
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I learn, I leave
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I go back to town
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Saying things I don't believe
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The Strange Well
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Jane Siberry |