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By townes van zandt |
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Her face was crystal |
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Fair and fine |
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And her breath was morning |
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And her lips were wine |
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And her eyes were laughter |
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And her touch divine |
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And her face was crystal |
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And she was mine |
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If only she |
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Could feel my pain |
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But feelin' is a burden |
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She can't sustain |
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So like a summer Thursday |
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I cry for rain |
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To come and turn |
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The ground to green again |
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If only she |
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Could hear my songs |
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'bout the empty difference |
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'tween the rights and wrongs |
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Then I know that I |
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Could stand alone |
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As well as they |
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Now that she's gone |
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Her face was crystal |
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Fair and fine |
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And her breath was morning |
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And her lips were wine |
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And her eyes were laughter |
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And her touch divine |
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And her face was crystal |
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And she was mine |
