Out In the Dell
The restlessness of dreams do wake
stirring the mind of a child's forsake
teeter-totter on the indigo plank
try to remember but come up blank
try to rekindle but come up blank
hear the whisperings in the dell
where it is hard for truth to tell
what kind of monsters lurk out in that hell
among the where the dead do dwell
i try to remember but nothing yet
i try to rekindle but nothing yet
along the murky moor the moon does rise
given up by noonday cries
even the children lament in sighs
when one lover lives and the other one dies
try to forget but never could
tried to move on I know I should
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