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Wuthering Heights Far From The Madding Crowd

And never shall I grow old I was roaming far from home Far from the town i left behind Out in the wild... Under open sky Wind - whiped the ttears off

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Out of battle I did come Afraid of darkness, afraid of the sun The Gods led my feet to the kingdom now gone Fairest of them all... Fairest of them all

day The workers board their trains for home Their shirts were dirty and damp And I stood there just like before A nod from a stud or a smile from a whore

again The hills are calling my name Like a leaf on the ground i'm blown away I wasn't born to stay Living for the roads i see I'm wild, i'm free A stranger from

THE HUNTER:] "Not all the future is equally clear IF may be the end that you feel drawing near Search in your hearts If they still hold the truth The voice from