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The Decemberists
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Won't Want for Love (Margaret in the Taiga)
Gentle leaves, gentle leaves Please array a path for me The wood's all growing thick and fast around
Columbine, Columbine Please alert this love of mine Let him know his Margaret comes along
And all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for love And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for love
Mistle thrush, mistle thrush Lay me down in the underbrush My naked feet grow weary with the dusk
Willow boughs, willow boughs Make a bed to lay me down Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Let your branches bow to cradle us
And all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for love And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for love
Oh my own true love, Oh my own true love, Can you hear me love? Can you hear me love?
And all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for love And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for love Won't want for love Won't want for love I won't want for love
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