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Sunday morning, she's still asleep and breathing soft |
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Awoken by the kettle whistle |
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Send from the distant moss-hung keep to the drowsy croft |
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A prayer my flower won't become her thistle |
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As I train my fingers to the steel to bring us luck |
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And now she's found my weakness |
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She's in my heart and in my dreams and in my waking up |
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She's in the clay and the landscape |
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Drawing on my coffee cup |
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Bleary-eyed, the dawn birds sing their songs of love |
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Looking for someone to hold them |
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Free from all our aimless thoughts they fly above |
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Like us just doing as Mother told them |
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In leaving footprints in the lawn |
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When the dew drops freeze |
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While the world keeps spinning |
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She's in the keen touch of the frost |
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And the wind that moves the trees |
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She's in the smoke from the bonfire |
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Burning up the autumn leaves |
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I numb my fingers in the steam |
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Watch the dog run away |
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From safe behind my window |
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I think up rhyme to keep us calm and fill the day |
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Now she's in each vowel |
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And consonant of every word I say |
