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• Artiste: Names
• Titre: The Moat
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Turn it all still Onwards we ravage and spur on the trail Whose carving brought the hunters a fox and his tail You moon at the treetops and spread your arms wide And wonder if the truffle could care for the swine The new-creased pleats are bending Under forces never-ending From the lifted toe to the pointed knee We thread our hook between the trees So let the cowardice take and the bravery make The beds that we lie in Although the constant bore of the redundant chore Shows the love you've been given And with the creaking knee beneath the living tree, we press on As if the wandering kite could muster the might To tell us "Don't go on" We let the cheap-seats sell, turn the moat to a well And let the blood go, what's bleeding? And if our ship starts tacking, star-crossed we are lacking A feeling not fleeting Turn it off still it's too late Turn it all still