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The last time I saw her face her eyes were bathed in starlight and her hair hung long |
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The last time she spoke to me |
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Her lips were like the scented flowers inside a rain-drenched forest |
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But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt before |
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And if time could heal the wounds |
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I would tear the threads away that I might bleed some more |
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The last time I walked with her her laughter was the steeple bells |
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That ring to greet the morning sun a voice that called to everyone |
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To love the ground we walked upon those were good days |
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The last time I held her hand her touch was autumn spring and summer and winter too |
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The last time I let go of her she walked a way into the night |
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I lost her in the misty streets a thousand months a thousand years |
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When other lips will kiss her eyes a million miles beyond the moon that's where she is |
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The last time I saw her face her eyes were bathed in starlight and she walked alone |
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The last time she kissed my cheek her lips were like the wilted leaves |
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Upon the autumn covered hills resting on the frozen ground |
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The seeds of love lie cold and still beneath a battered marking stone it lies forgotten |
