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She might come |
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Like a touch of something |
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Half remembered well |
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Like the first of the rains |
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On a sultry day |
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The furthest of stars |
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Did you see her brightly |
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And then disappear |
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Though you're caught in her gaze |
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She's long away |
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And the world rushes in |
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And the world rushes by |
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Have you seen her |
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Have you seen her |
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From the corner of your eyes |
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She might appear to you |
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As someone leaving |
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Who somehow left |
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Something behind |
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Have you seen her |
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Have you seen her, her... |
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It was, I guess, on a rainy morning |
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On a waning moon |
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All the clues shift and sway |
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Then give away ' |
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Cause when she came |
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She came clear as something |
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That you always knew |
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Just could never say |
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Only yesterday |
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Still the world rushes in |
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And the world rushes by... |