The fox has done running And the beast is at bay We'd run them in circles By the end of the day They chased him through brambles They chased him through the fields They'd chased him for ever But the fox would not yield And some saw her shadow On the crest of a hill When the hounds were distracted Away from the kill One day we'll reach a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon And we'll lay down our heads just like we were sleeping And be towed by the drag of the moon We ran through the forest We ran through the streams We ran through the heather 'Til we ran in our dreams You were my lover And I was your beau We ran like the river For what else did we know?
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