| The Decemberists – Foregone Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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I believe it is: "Dear horizon, [or perhaps "Dear, arise and" as someone said below] say it's a honey All this light that day break brings And the ancient bends that brung me To the bed where you're sleeping safe And we had agreed on Henry Long before a flutter felt And so it will be 'til the memory Makes a shadow of ourselves And the reach, and the wrecks, and the wrong All would lead to believe that it's not But it's foregone... it's forgone... Can it be that this is given? This awaking from a long dark night Of a soul so on [long?] and wisened Sleep away, too set to right [?] And the reach, and the wrecks, and the wrong All would lead to believe that it's not But it's foregone... it's forgone..." "reach" as in a geopolitically defined expanse of land |
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