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As silver tears they weave and lace, |
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Sad patterns upon her face, |
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She waits for you. |
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So low below a laser sun, |
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Through velvet fields she runs, |
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Reaching for you. |
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And so you bleed now, |
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Your hand holds the knife |
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That is tearing your life apart. |
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Why don't you leave now, |
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The city's too heavy |
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And your dreams they melt in the sun. |
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On mellow blue, birds curve and glide. |
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Through shadows of grief she slides, |
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She waits for you. |
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There on a hill before the dawn, |
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In silence a promise torn, |
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She turns from you. |
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And so you bleed now ... |
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As silver tears, they weave and lace, |
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She waits for you. |
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So low below a laser sun, |
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Reaching for you. |
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On mellow blue birds curve and glide. |
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She waits for you. |
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There on a hill before the dawn, |
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She turns from you ..... |
