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[ti:Mother] |
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[ar:Vashti Bunyan] |
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[al:] |
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My mother would dance sometimes |
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Believing herself alone |
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But through a slightly open door |
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I would watch her as she turned |
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Turned round, round, |
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Briefly unbound |
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My mother played and sang sometimes |
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Believing herself alone |
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But through a slightly open door |
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I could see her face upturned |
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Songs long learned |
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So long untuned |
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I was her only audience |
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She believes herself alone |
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My applause should have been rapturous |
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But I close the door |
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And turned, turned away |
