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The day was old, the light was dim |
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As I stepped through the door |
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And all my friends were gathering |
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That day that I recall |
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I shivered and shook, Lord I stood |
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Just waiting to chase the fall |
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I wondered how my time would be |
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When spring comes round, once more |
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I face the wind, I have no choice |
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But you must guard the hearth |
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And cast adrift from those I love |
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Alone I drag my heart |
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Against the cry of why |
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I turn my back to go |
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But out beyond the tears somewhere |
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Someone, I need to know |
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It's only love, in the colours of the shade |
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It's only love, in the colours of the shade |
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All in shades, ah, it's only love |
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Old photographs were fading dim |
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My seed will tell it all |
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Oh by the Fathers Fathers have Such pain, |
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They read the signs without surprise |
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Of how they knew it well |
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And in the mirror still I see |
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The man, who came from hell |
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It's only love, and the colours of the shade |
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It's only love, in the colours of the shade |
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It's only love, in the colours of the shade They say, they say, they say |
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It's only love, it's only love |