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All My Love's Laughter |
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All my love's faces |
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She comes in the morning |
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Her cloak in her arms |
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She's following after |
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The King of all Places |
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And your tenderest warnin' |
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Could bruise all her charm |
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But don't lose your heart |
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To that beautiful sinner |
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Who walks without shining a light |
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She stands in the shade |
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And the sun is there in her |
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But you'll never know til it's night |
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All my love's softness, |
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All my love's graces |
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She carries all things |
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In her tiny white glove |
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She hides all her lostness |
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In satins and laces |
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And everyone says |
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She's searching for sweet love |
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But don't try to hold on |
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To Satan's proud lady |
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Who stands with her flock |
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all alone on the hill |
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Her stockings are hung |
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And her eyes are so shady |
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She's winning, and you never will. |