FUCK YEAH, DWJ!

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Come with me, come with me.
The Blackbird asks you, ’ Follow me.’
No one will know, no one will know,
Wherever you go, I shall go.
Come with me. Morning spreads,
Clouds are high in milk effects,
The moon looks like a white thumbnail,
Larks are singing up the dale.
The sun is up, so follow me.
I’d like us to go secretly
Along for road, across the hill
Where water runs and woods are still.