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How delicate the tracery of her fine lines |
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Like the moonlight lace tops of the evening pines |
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Like a song half heard through a closed door |
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Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore |
| [00:35.872] |
How innocent her visage as my child lover lies |
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Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes |
| [00:49.819] |
Like an antique etching glass design |
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That somehow turned out wrong |
| [00:57.069] |
I keep looking through old varnish |
| [01:01.569] |
At my late lover's body |
| [01:06.069] |
Caught on ancient canvas |
| [01:10.066] |
And decaying disappearing |
| [01:18.567] |
Even as I sing this song |
| [01:48.070] |
How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears |
| [01:54.822] |
You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears |
| [02:01.819] |
It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone |
| [02:07.570] |
I keep looking through old varnish |
| [02:11.821] |
At my late lover's body |
| [02:16.570] |
Caught on ancient canvas |
| [02:20.317] |
And decaying disappearing |
| [02:29.067] |
Even as I sing this song |
| [02:34.570] |
Even as I sing this song |
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Even as I sing this song |
