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So long, fare thee well

 The dancer and the dancing days have taken leave and fell

So turn down this bed of stone

 Quench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that you belong

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

And I go

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

 Lay me on the sleepy meadow by the tracks upon your face