 like it was written in the snow,
this light isn't kind to me, i know.
this light isn't kind to me; it only shines inside of me
and how is anyone to know?
before the 11 church bell rings, i walk the length of the village green.
the air energizes me. it moves around inside of me
and we all live in the open air.
i would die if i thought anyone would hurt you, yes,
and i would cry to think anyone could do something like that.
you're the queen of the village green,
the kind of thing you hear from the insane.
am i supposed to hear the sleigh bells ring?
do i think of love and better things?
do i work up and vacate my own place,
say the things that i always say?
i would die if i thought anyone would hurt you, yes,
and i would cry to think anyone could do something like that.
you're the queen of the village green,
the kind of thing you hear from the insane.
and i would die if i thought anyone would hurt you, yes,
and i would cry to think anyone could do something like that.
you're the queen of the village green.
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