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Mary walks down to the water's edge and there she hangs. Her head to find herself faded a shadow of what she once was. She said, "How long have I been sleeping and why do I feel so old?. Why do I f
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Night lift up the shades. Let in the brilliant light in morning. Steady me now. For I am weak and starving for mercy Sleep has left me alone. To carry the weight of unravelling where we went wrong
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Child walks to the river. Looks out as far as she can see. And draws each breath as if it were the last. And wipes away the tears across her sleeve She can see where the river crawls to the sea. L
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Make me a witness, take me out. Out of darkness, out of doubt I won't weigh you down with good intention. Won't make fire out of clay or other inventions Will we burn in heaven, like we do down here
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La femme qui est dans mon lit n'a plus vingt ans depuis longtemps. Les yeux cernйs par les annйes, par les amours au jour le jour. La bouche usйe par les baisers trop souvent, mais trop mal donnйs.
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Under a blackened sky. Far beyond the glaring streetlights. Sleeping on empty dreams. The vultures lie in wait You lay down beside me then. You were with me every waking hour. So close I could fe
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I looked into your eyes. They told me plenty, I already knew. Never felt a thing. So soon forgotten all that you do In more than words I tried to tell you. The more I tried, I failed I would not l
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Make me a witness, take me out. Out of darkness, out of doubt I won't weigh you down with good intention. Won't make fire out of clay or other inventions Will we burn in heaven, like we do down here
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I looked into your eyes. They told me plenty, I already knew. Never felt a thing. So soon forgotten all that you do In more than words I tried to tell you. The more I tried, I failed I would not l
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She sat alone, weepin' on a stone. Findin' it hard to breathe. As she stared into the night. (Stared into the night) Her heart too numb to feel the cold. Findin' it hard to breathe. Face to face
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No way it comes to pass. It's the shore movement, she's happy being there. For an age before the stars that beat. Now there's no more dreamers. For I am happy,. oh shine on. In our flowered air.
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