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ED HARCOURT
Oh my deserted one You must put down your father's gun When the sundial reaches midday Shut your eyes and then look away Something's wrong, they're all gone I will walk through the long, long grass and say your name Shot through the chest and head She killed everyone stone dead And the wind blew once more through the trees Now she's coming straight back to me Little things, the insect's sting I will walk through the long, long grass and say you're Running from the dark Look what you have done Running from the dark Look what you have done But you can't run from me 'Cause I'm the wind through the trees No you can't hide from me Running from the dark Look what you have done Running from the dark Look what you have done But you can't run from me 'Cause I'm the wind through the trees No you can't hide from me 'Cause I'm the wind through the trees
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