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Текст песни The Owl Service

The road is long and made of sand and grit
The trees loom up against the sky
The turnip moon makes a song of the lake
And all I know is heartache

The night is a tender velvet cloak
Lined in mist, edged in starlight
The waters rise and threaten to drown the shore
A boat to cross the water what I long for

Animals, darkness and trees
Between me and where i live