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And Hiding Away - The Innocence Mission |
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I prize the cloudy, tearing sky |
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for the thoughts that flap and fly. |
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For staying in and reading by. |
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For sitting under. |
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I read a book of Madeline |
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and her friends in two straight lines, |
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in Paris, in a house with vines |
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over its old face. |
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Far, far is Paris... |
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and the sky is dark with mystery. |
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Try, catch the thoughts that flap and fly |
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in the cloudy, tearing sky, |
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that touch and stir and won't be tied |
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and try to speak them. |
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I think of my old Flower Sky. |
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Of us, when we thought we were spies. |
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Of bobbing eggs in Easter dyes. |
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Of walks in London. |
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Try, try to hold my love for you, |
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it knows no measure. |
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This is a day for hearing bagpipes |
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somewhere playing. |
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This is a day for hearing sarabands |
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and hiding away. |
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hiding away |
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hiding away |
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hiding away |
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Sky, I hold my tears if you do. |
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Starling thoughts, go over me. |
