The Fleece.
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The Fleece.

I sit, by the fire,

I sit, by the fire, Winding my ball of wool.

I sit, by the fire, Winding my ball of wool. Made from gold and lighted dust motes,

I sit, by the fire, Winding my ball of wool. Made from gold and lighted dust motes, And the dreams of babes.

I sit, by the fire, Winding my ball of wool. Made from gold and lighted dust motes, And the dreams of babes. Into a tight ball I form it,

I sit, by the fire, Winding my ball of wool. Made from gold and lighted dust motes, And the dreams of babes. Into a tight ball I form it, Ready for new use,

I sit, by the fire, Winding my ball of wool. Made from gold and lighted dust motes, And the dreams of babes. Into a tight ball I form it, Ready for new use, To weave miracles.

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