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stonesLong ago ran the sun on a folk who had a dream And the heart and the will and the power; They moved earth; they carved stone; moulded hill and channeled stream That we might stand on the wide plains of Wiltshire. Now men asked who they were, how they built and wonder why That they wrought standing stones of such size. What was done neath our shade? What was prayed neath our skies As we stood on the wyrd plains of Wiltshire. Oh what secrets we could tell if you‘d listen and be still. Rid the stink and the noise from our skirts. But you haven‘t got the clue and perhaps you never will. Mute we stand on the cold plains of Wiltshire. Still we loom in the mists as the ages roll away And we say of our folk, “they are here!“ That they built us and they died and you‘ll not be knowing why Save we stand on the bare plains of Wiltshire
2005年01月08日 14点01分
