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" Let me sleep I am tired of my grief And I would like you To love me, to love me, to love me This is the night when these woods sigh Come with me There are people who cannot speak Without smiling
They would take me from your hand Or they would try, they would try This is the murmur of the land This is the sound of love's marching band And how they hold you like a gun And how I sing you like a song I heard when I was young And buried for a night like this Buried for a night, like this "
The Wisp Sings — Winter Aid
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