All the leaves upon this tree, are forming words and pointing them at me,
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And could it be a kind of sign informing me that I've been out of line,
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All the pages in this book, are giving me an interesting look,
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And can they see beneath my eyes, and if they could I wonder what they'd find,
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And I won't feel alone tonight, cause I can see the candle burning bright,
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And the shadows and the light, will keep me company tonight.
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What Lucy Found There
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| Sherwood |
