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I'll close my eyes and

Leave this one to somone else

If a feather lands on me i

I'll become dust

Nothing out there's worth finding

It is just a serpent in the wind

Oh where did this saddness begin

Darling jane

Let the sheep grow up

Let their coats hang low

When the light is in your skull

Find another place to hide and

Roll over

Farther up stream they've

Found a way to seem sane

I could set down in the river

And float away to ever

Past the weary wooden traveler

Well i didn't know how to be better

And you were only looking to sever

But you know i bless the sky

Darling Jane

Let our children grow

Don't let their eyes hang low

And when the light will find you

Find a little river of your own

Come and see me where i will find

Past the sunlight

Past the worsted minds

Out of time

And away from any signs

That we were ever getting old