(...) And I will hold you tight
Like the moon in the arms of the sky
And I’ll keep you warm
I will build a fire in this house...
...And all those evenings at in the gardens will gray ones
It’s quite always turning you
And it’s all to come for now still will.
It’s quite always turning you
And it’s all to come for now still will.
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