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My love she speaks like silence, |
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Without ideals or violence, |
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She doesn't have to say she's faithful, |
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Yet she's true, like ice, like fire. |
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People carry roses, |
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And then promises by the hours, |
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My love she laughs like the flowers, |
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Valentines can't buy her. |
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In the dime stores and bus stations, |
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People talk of situations, |
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Read books, repeat quotations, |
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Draw conclusions on the wall. |
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Some speak of the future, |
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My love she speaks softly, |
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She knows there's no success like failure |
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And that failure's no success at all. |
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The cloak and dagger dangles, |
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Madams light the candles. |
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In ceremonies of the horsemen, |
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Even the pawn must hold a grudge. |
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Statues made of match sticks, |
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Crumble into one another, |
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My love winks, she does not bother, |
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She knows too much to argue or to judge. |
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The bridge at midnight trembles, |
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The country doctor rambles, |
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Bankers' nieces seek perfection, |
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Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring. |
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The wind howls like a hammer, |
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The night blows rainy, |
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My love she's like some raven |
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At my window with a broken wing. |