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Levellers - Four Winds Levellers - Four Winds |
| Summer came around early this year And winter swung around soon after The scent of spring was high with fear The autumn crows call disaster
The North wind blows so cold Chilling the warmth of my desire And the whispered words we know Tell of a future burned with fire
The music that now fills the street Falls to the rhythm of marching I find no comfort here Not in this Or any other year
The stranger asked me what do you know And just where are you going I told the truth I just don't know If you don't mind I'll keep on going |
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