The Danse
She was down in the backfields
down past the outwaters
threading through the tall grass
pulled by the river's roar
And something inside whispered
of those who used to harm
long long ago
far over faint hills,can you see?
And so she wrapped her arms
round her shoulders
gave herself a tug
"They're dead, dead, dead."
Then off they went,
hands clasped tight
billowing through
the meadow
She was down in the backfields
down past the outwaters
threading through the tall grass
pulled by the river's roar
And something inside whispered
of those who used to harm
long long ago
far over faint hills,can you see?
And so she wrapped her arms
round her shoulders
gave herself a tug
"They're dead, dead, dead."
Then off they went,
hands clasped tight
billowing through
the meadow
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