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Oh, the sisters of mercy |
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They are not departed or gone |
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They were waiting for me |
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When I thought that I just can't go on |
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And they brought me their comfort |
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And later they brought me this song |
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Oh, I hope you run into them |
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You, who've been traveling so long |
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Yes, you who must leave everything |
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That you cannot control |
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It begins with your family |
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But soon it comes around to your soul |
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Well, I've been where you're hanging |
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And I think, I can see how you're pinned |
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When you're not feeling holy |
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Your loneliness says, that you've sinned |
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Well, they lay down beside me |
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I made my confessions to them |
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They touched both my eyes |
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And I touched the dew on their hem |
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If your life is a leaf |
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That the seasons tear off and condemn |
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They will bind you with love |
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That is graceful and green as a stem |
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When I left they were sleeping |
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And I hope you run into them soon |
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Don't turn on the lights |
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You can read their address by the moon |
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And you won't make me jealous |
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If I find that they've sweetened your night |
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We weren't lovers like that |
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And besides it would still be all right |
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We weren't lovers like that |
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And besides it would still be all right |