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Her heart lies awake at night |
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Calling the sun to warm the skies |
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Her ivory hands hold so tightly |
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To the hope of morning |
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And in this house |
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I hear a voice |
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The paintings of all |
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They tell the tales of |
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The faces that lie beyond these halls |
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And carry the weight of love and loss |
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Facing time on her own |
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She mourns the day her love let go |
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But in her burdened heart she knows |
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Peace will come |
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With morning |
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Her memories they hang like ghosts |
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Up on the walls the widows pass those |
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The faces that lie beyond these walls |
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And carry the weigth of love and loss |
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Ohhhhhh |
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And in this house i hear a voice |
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The paintings of all |
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They tell the tales of |
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The faces that lie beyond these halls |
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And carry the weight of love and loss |
