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Will you search through the lonely earth for me

Climb through the briar and bramble

I will be your treasure

 

I felt the touch of the kings and the breath of the wind

I knew the call of all the song birds

They sang all the wrong words

I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you

 

Would you drift o'er the rolling fields for me

Hoard me in the highest bough

I'll be your treasure, I'll be your treasure

~ Johnny Flynn, Detectorists

 

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