The Nearer The Fountain, More Pure The Stream Flows – Damon Albarn
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You have gone, the dark journey that Leaves no returning It’s fruitless for me to mourn you But, who can help mourning
To think of life, that did laugh on your face In the beautiful past left so desolate now When you’ve seemed immortal So sweet it did we Heaven’s halo around you
I had have hoped you to see You were the fairest and dearest While many were fair, to my heart you were nearest The year has it’s winter as well as it’s May The sweetest leavers and the fairest decay
The nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flows
To think of life, that did laugh on your face In the beautiful past left so desolate now When you’ve seemed immortal So sweet it did we Heaven’s halo around you
Around you I had have hoped you to see Around you
The nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flows