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The perfume that she wore was from some little store |
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On the down side of town |
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But it lingered on long after she'd gone |
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I remember it well |
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And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light |
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And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night |
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Her long flowing hair came softly undone |
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And it lay all around |
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And she brushed it down as I stood by her side |
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In the warmth of her love |
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And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin |
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And then we played a game only she could win |
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And she told me a riddle I'll never forget |
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Then left with the answer I've never found yet |
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How long, said she, can a moment like this |
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Belong to someone |
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What's wrong, what is right, when to live or to die |
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We must almost be born |
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So if you should ask me what secrets I hide |
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I'm only your lover, don't make me decide |
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The perfume that she wore was from some little store |
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On the down side of town |
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But it lingered on long after she'd gone |
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I remember it well |
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And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin |
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And then we played a game only she could win |
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And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light |
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And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night |