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Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain
In the sky a bird was heard to cry,
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Be like the deathly silence that lay all around.

Hear the knock and hearten to the barking of the dog fox
gone to ground,
See the splashing of the kingfisher
flashing through the water.
And the river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down,
all around me golden sunflakes settle on the ground,
basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon,
bringing sounds of yesterday into the city room.

Hear the knock and hearten to the barking of the dog fox
gone to ground,
See the splashing of the kingfisher
flashing through the water.
And the river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down,
all around me golden sunflakes covering the ground,
basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon,
bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.
(c) Pink Floyd