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It's misty and uncertain
I woke early
in the small hours of the morning
And thought I heard a Curlew calling
But when I looked
She wasn't there
It was just the mark
That was etched on my heart
I cannot remember
The first time I heard her
Calling wild and free
But like the fine rain that's falling
This music is in my bones

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