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Lucy Remember
The smell of that fall
The fires of fungus and the rotting leaves

I fell off the wagon
Into Your Arms
Into this long month of Sundays

You were my husband
My Wife, my heroin
Now this is our final December

I'm deep in a forest
Losing all thought of Spring
And nothing can help me remember


And i'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has hold at last
Deep in a dream I set the compass to spinning
And your love has come too late
I wave from the garden gate
Wake me up when the bluebells are ringing


Now that it's over
After all that we had
A river runs through the rafters, down, down, down

So leave me sleeping
Dreaming only of Spring
And a phone rings out and i remember


But i'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has hold at last
Deep in this dream I set the compass to spinning
And your love has come too late
Now I wave to the garden gate
Wake me up when the bluebells are ringing

Ringing...


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