So long, fare thee well
The dancer and the dancing days have taken leave and fell
So turn down this bed of stone
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Quench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that you belong
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The long December rain is falling now
Running down on streets to nowhere
Music is my life you re my sweetest nightingale
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But I can t hear it here no more
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And I go
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I go
Hush now, don t shake or break
Words have fallen silent like soldiers to the grave
No matter what they do or say
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Lay me on the sleepy meadow by the tracks upon your face