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Over Old Hills
The air was neither night or a day,
But faintly dark with softest light
When first glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play
You and me - we know that land
And often have been there in
The old days, old days
The dark child and a fair
Was it down the paths of firelight
Dreams in winter cold and white,
Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours
The air was neither night or day,
But faintly dark with softest light,
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play
And why we never found the same
Old cottage, or magic
Track that leads between a silver sea,
Between a silver sea
And those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are that ever were -
We know not, You and Me
We know not, You and Me
Those old shores and gardens fair
Where all things are
That ever were
The air was neither night or day,
But faintly dark with softest light,
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play
And those old shores and gardens
Where all things are that ever were
We know not, You and Me,
We know not, You and Me
And these old shores
And gardens fair
Where all things are
That ever were (before)
Air was neither night or day
But faintly dark with softest light
When first there glimmered
The Cottage of Lost Play
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The Cottage of Lost Play
When first there glimmered
But faintly dark with softest light
Air was neither night or day
That ever were (before)
Where all things are
And gardens fair
And these old shores
We know not, You and Me
We know not, You and Me,
Where all things are that ever were
And those old shores and gardens
The Cottage of Lost Play
When first there glimmered into sight
But faintly dark with softest light,
The air was neither night or day,
That ever were
Where all things are
Those old shores and gardens fair
We know not, You and Me
We know not, You and Me
Where all things are that ever were -
And those old shores and gardens fair
Between a silver sea
Track that leads between a silver sea,
Old cottage, or magic
And why we never found the same
The Cottage of Lost Play
When first there glimmered into sight
But faintly dark with softest light,
The air was neither night or day,
Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours
Dreams in winter cold and white,
Was it down the paths of firelight
The dark child and a fair
The old days, old days
And often have been there in
You and me - we know that land
The Cottage of Lost Play
When first glimmered into sight
But faintly dark with softest light
The air was neither night or a day,
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| Olver Olld Hbills |
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| Oiver Oild Hgills |
| Ovver yills |
| Oer Od yHills |
| Oevr Odl Hyills |
| Ober Okd Hiills |
| Obver Hlls |
| Ovber Olkd Hlils |
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| Ocer Ood Hjlls |
| Ocver Oold |
| Ovcer Olod Hijlls |
| Oger Opd H9lls |
| Ogver Opld H9ills |
| Ovger Olpd Hi9lls |
| Ofer Oldd Hllls |
| Ofver Ol Hlills |
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| Ovfer Old Hillls |
| Oveer Olx Holls |
| Ovr Olxd Hoills |
| Ovre Oldx Hiolls |
| Ovsr Ole Hklls |
| Ovser Oled Hkills |
| Ovesr Olde Hiklls |
| Ov3r Olf H8lls |
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