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When bracken stains the hillside with dark rust And larches paint the lanes with amber stripes And wind to take the eyebrows from your face sweeps horizontal rain endlessly by The crinkum-crankum houses all crouch down Rain-blackened, their backs hunched against the blast While quiet summer streams bestir themselves And roaring white, rush headlong for the coast The sodden, gloomy sheep in silence now Oblivious to all are left in peace And dogs turn wide, entreating eyes to men Who shrugging ...

When bracken stains the hillside with dark rust And larches paint the lanes with amber stripes And wind to take the eyebrows from your face sweeps horizontal rain endlessly by The all crouch down Rain-blackened, their backs hunched against the blast While quiet summer streams bestir themselves And roaring white, rush headlong for the coast The sodden, gloomy sheep in silence now Oblivious to all are left in peace And dogs turn wide, entreating eyes to men Who shrugging into coats wish they ha...

When bracken stains the hillside with dark rust And larches paint the lanes with amber stripes And wind to take the eyebrows from your face sweeps horizontal rain endlessly by The all crouch down Rain-blackened, their backs hunched against the blast While quiet summer streams bestir themselves And roaring white, rush headlong for the coast The sodden, gloomy sheep in silence now Oblivious to all are left in peace And dogs turn wide, entreating eyes to men Who shrugging into coats wish they ha...

When bracken stains the hillside with dark rust And larches paint the lanes with amber stripes And wind to take the eyebrows from your face sweeps horizontal rain endlessly by The crinkum-crankum houses all crouch down Rain-blackened, their backs hunched against the blast While quiet summer streams bestir themselves And roaring white, rush headlong for the coast The sodden, gloomy sheep in silence now Oblivious to all are left in peace And dogs turn wide, entreating eyes to men Who shrugging ...

You should have thought of that before, shouldn't you You jumped to your conclusions though, and now Your hearty but insensitive feet gone Your hard and calloused words all that remain Your dense manipulations, I supported But in return I was condemned, and then Subjected to your judgement for some months When what I did was far less cruel than you Apparently, my friendship’s still important I hear you want to talk, I know I don’t I don’t recall you saying that you’re sorry Indeed, I don’t be...