Sandy Denny - Late November

      
 
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 The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk,
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 The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned.
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 The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds
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 And as we drew south the mist it came down.
 
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 The wooded ravine to the wandering stream,
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 The serpent he moved, but no-one would say.
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 The depths of the waters, the bridge which distraught us
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 And brought to me thoughts of the ill-fated day.
 
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 The temples were filled with the strangest of creatures
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 One played it by ear on the banks of the sea.
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 That one was found but the others they went under.
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 Oh the tears which are shed, they won't come from me.
 
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 The methods of madness, the pathos and the sadness,
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 God help you all, the insane and wise.
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 The black and the white, the darkness of the night,
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 I see only smoke from the chimneys arise.
 
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 The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me.
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 He flew solo on the mercury sea.
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 The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people,
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 The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.