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The wind it plays upon your hair A vision of the glorious sea The wind that follows down from there Incarcerates the sea The waking hours are the loneliest ones For the sinister boys like me Travelling east, straight *line* through the past I'm happy in morality Oh no don't cast me out of here (repeat) Oh no don't cast me out I said No I got no place to go The King and Queen of my estates My Real Estates are real The King and Queen have offered me The estate of *Robert Peel* Is it talent you need Like the talent you see Like the talent clear for me And the sign that says ** In ** the carpet *made* Like a carpet I rolled away Oh no don't cast me out of here (repeat) Oh no don't cast me out Letras de cancionesI said No I got no place to go The wind it plays upon your hair So ever so gloriously So be content With the apples spent On the William Tell *on/ of* me As the faces they bleed Watch them dull and recede Won't you help to keep my spirit clear Stay a week and a day And never go away Be forever in my presence dear From Letras Mania