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Magpie |
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Patrick Wolf |
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Magpie, was it you who stole the wedding ring |
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Or what other thieving bird would steal such hope away |
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Magpie, I am lost among the hinterland, |
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caught among the bracken and the ferns and the boys who have no name. |
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There's no name for us. |
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Still we sing. |
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And still we sing. |
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Little boy, little boy, lost and blue, |
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Listen now, let me tell you what to do. |
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You can run on, run along, alone or home between the knees of her; |
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All among her bracken and her ferns and the boy will have a name. |
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We will sing. |
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And we will sing. |
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One for sorrow. |
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Two for joy. |
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Three for a girl. |
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Four for a boy. |
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Five for silver. |
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Six for gold. |
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Seven for a secret, never to be told |
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