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Well I had an awful dream I laid your bones by a shallow stream I carved your name in a willow tree And beat the ground The water clear and sun a’bright I left the tears alone to dry I raised my arms up to the sky And I challenged God You had no prose, you had no right To take my dove, my little light Half of my soul, half of my sight My beating heart, my precious wife Have you no answer, follow you no more I'm on my own, this means war When I awoke, when I came to My whole perspective was brand new I made a vow and I keep it true Hold very close what's given to you Keep very close what's given to you From Letras Mania