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Текст песни P J HARVEY - The Wind

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Catherine liked high placesHigh up, high up on the hillsA place for making noisesLike whalesNoises like the whalesHere she built a chapelWith her imageHer image on the wallA place where she could rest and rest And a place where she could washAnd listen to the wind blowingAnd listen to the wind blowAnd listen to the windAnd listen to the wind blowShe dreamt of children`s voicesAnd torture on the wheelPatron Saint of nothingA woman of the hillsShe once was a ladyOf pleasure and high born A lady of the cityBut now she sits and moansAnd listens to the wind blowListen to the wind blowI see her in a chapelHigh up on the hillShe must be so lonelyOh Mother can`t we give A husband to our catherineA handsom one, a dealA rich one for the ladySomeone to listen withAnd listen to the wind blowAnd listen to the wind blowAnd listen to the wind blowAnd listen to the wind blow

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