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Spider-Gris caught Evangeline grinning |
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After one of his tales left her pretty head a spinning |
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As if to awake from some weaving dream |
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Lifting her spirit till it's busting at the seam |
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"Your free falling reveries, sir, rescue me |
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From the deep end of doubt that puts vision to sleep |
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But do your wild thoughts simply break formation |
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On a wing and a prayer or sure navigation?" |
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"Ma'am, I have no delusions of prescient truth |
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And I call to account without prophecy or proof |
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But I propose a course from a simple observation: |
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Some roads are paved with conversation |
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'Cause it takes two sides of a story |
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To make a tale of love and glory." |
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Evangeline turned to Spider-Gris |
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And said, "The drag of apprehension is releasing me |
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You have shared a wealth of information |
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With pearls of wisdom and infectious revelation |
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That two sides of a story |
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Can make a tale of love and glory." |
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Try to follow the bliss every step of the mile |
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Don't break the trance |
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After all, what better way to wear the while |
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Won't you take this dance? |
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He gazed into the palm of her outstretched hand |
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As if to read the future of a noble plan |
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Then looked into her eyes making welcome to the heart |
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And heard a door open that had kept them each apart |
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It takes two sides of a story |
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To make a tale of love and glory |
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It takes two sides of a story |
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To make a tale of love and glory |
