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A lady stands before an open window |
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Staring so far away |
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She can almost feel the southern wind blow |
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Almost touching her restless day |
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She turns from her window to me |
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Sad smile her apology |
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Sad eyes reaching to the door |
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Daylight loses to another evening |
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And still she spares me the word goodbye |
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And sits alone beside me fighting her feelings |
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Struggles to speak but in the end can only cry |
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Suddenly its so hard to find |
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The sound of the words to speak her troubled mind |
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So i'm offering these to her as if to be kind: |
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There's a train everyday leaving either way |
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There's a world, you know |
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There's a way to go |
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And you'll soon be gone -- that's just as well |
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This is my opening farewell |
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A child's drawings left there on the table |
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And a woman's silk lying on the floor |
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And i would keep them here if i were able |
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Lock her safe behind this open door |
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But suddenly it's so clear to me |
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That i'd asked her to see what she may never see |
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And now my kind words find their way back to me |
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There's a train everyday leaving either way |
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There's a world, you know |
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You got a way's to go |
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And i'll soon believe -- it's just as well |
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This is my opening farewell |
