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I've heard them lilting. At our yowe milking. And I've heard them lilting. Before light o' day. Now they are mourning. For all lamenting. The flowers of the forest. Are all wede away. Sad
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doors. Stream banks are lined with vacuum bags. Flowers reside with filthy rags. A family of deer were happy that. The clearing looked like a laundry mat Broken household appliance national forest
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light, light, light. She the queen of the forest. queen of the forestqueen of the forest She takes care of the creatures. She provide all of their needs. With her they have a much better chance now
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'neath the Trees. With Widows Pain That Sears. And a Bear. She Did Not Fear. As She Saw Me Drowning There And If on Misty Summer Night. You'll Hear Her Sing and Moarn. It's Maiden of the Forest
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. . I'll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom. While you are soundly sleeping on the ground. And I'll be your escort in a sad waltz around the room. I'll twirl you all around without a sound
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Came upon an ancient forest. A guiding power that led me there. Walking through the mystic forest. The legend tale of times gone by Once its whisper in the black night. Reflection deep in wooded
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Walk with me, my little child. (Yup). To the forest of denial. (Yup). Speak with me, my only mind. Walk with me until the time. An' make the forest turn to wine. You take the legend for a fall
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' man, that ol' man Mose is dead. . (Now you believe). Mose kicked the bucket. (You believe). Mose kicked the bucket. (You believe). Mose kicked the bucket. (You believe he's dead). . (You
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' man, that ol' man Mose is dead. . (Now you believe). Mose kicked the bucket. (You believe). Mose kicked the bucket. (You believe). Mose kicked the bucket. (You believe he's dead). . (You
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Turn me loose from your hands. Let me fly to distant lands. Over green fields, trees and mountains. Flowers and forest fountains. Home along the lanes of the skyway. . For this dark and lonely
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. . And no one knows where the clear creek goes. . When the moonlight fades in the forest. . But the peacock screams and the gypsy dreams. . Of a time gone by before us. . (Oboe solo). . Round and
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Bible is true. No picture or painting can capture the beauty of any of these. The handwork of God is revealed in the flowers the sunset the trees
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flowers turn throw them away, throw them away Pull the braids untie of the pain from your hair. Don't let the buzzards try or they'll take what's been there. Signs appear, and the worst you fear If
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, he left behind. For the big world waiting there He was almost out of Leighton. When that phone truck didn't see him. Hit the brake, slided sideways. He never had a chance Plastic flowers on the
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yon forest they asked of me,. How many strawberries grow in a salt sea?. And I answer them with a tear in my e'e,. How many ships sail in the forest? Oh dig me a grave and dig it sae deep,. And
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my backyard. When I speak to the flowers in my backyard They tell me to leave you, leave you behind. They tell me to leave you, just get you out of my mind. They tell me to leave you, just leave you
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waking up. Feeling bad. You haven't been the kind of place I have. Could it hurt you now. To let this pass?. Oooooh as if it wasn't hard enough. You want to make it so much harder. . Now in another
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you won't see me. In my ragged company. You know I could never be alone. Take me down, little Susie, take me down. I know you think you're the queen of the underground. And you can send me dead flowers
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Through the corridors of sleep. Past the shadows dark and deep. My mind dances and leaps in confusion. I don't know what is real,. I can't touch what I feel. And I hide behind the shield of my
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that bliss. The ordinary life I knew that was so exquisite. . You long for the flowers. I get more from the hours spent. Man instead of free of descent. A day without argument. . You said you
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now they're dead, dead flowers I feel like this long string of lights. They lit up our whole house on Christmas Day. But now it's January and the bulbs have all burned out. But still they hang like
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to phone. A little affection sometimes. Will soothe this heart of mine. But you send me flowers. To ease my lonely hours Send me no flowers, baby. Don't need any flowers. Just need your kissing
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I'll always be with you. For as long as you please. For I am the forest. But you are the trees I'm empty without you. So come grow within me. For I am the forest. And you are the trees And the
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Through the corridors of sleep. Past the shadows dark and deep. My mind dances and leaps in confusion. I don't know what is real,. I can't touch what I feel. And I hide behind the shield of my
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shoes I wouldn't worry none. While you and your friends are worryin' 'bout me, I'm havin' lots of fun Countin' flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all. Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of
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friends are worryin' 'bout me, I'm havin' lots of fun Countin' flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all. Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty one. Smokin' cigarettes and watchin
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The last time I saw her face her eyes were bathed in starlight and her hair hung long. The last time she spoke to me. Her lips were like the scented flowers inside a rain-drenched forest. But that
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Long stem things of beauty created by the good Lord. And cut down in the prime of their lives. Boxed up, wrapped in paper delivered to your front door. Just to wind up in your garbage can outside
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I just came to smell the flowers here in someone's darkest hour. I don't even know the one they've laid to rest. But anyplace there's a crowd and anywhere they're cryin' loud. Just seems to be the
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Song Forest Ablaze - Greywind. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. An angel wakes me, rids the burden of a hangman's fate, clear those eyes. I've played with gasoline and lit it now
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"Hae ephadron. theri thaur. am na dhû. ias fîr i ambar. A trehil i 'alad 'lân uir tri 'wilith" "I go walking. Beyond the forest. Where the world falls away. And the white light. Of forever
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