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With a crime of passion lie those dreams of yesterday |
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Broken like the snows of January |
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Silence will fall on those masters of shame |
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When the family garden wakes to Spring again |
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Under the moon and over land |
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Make the shadows of the chosen one |
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With words of mercy in his hand |
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He walks the path of peace a wounded man |
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Out of sight and out of mind |
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The devil's staircase winding high |
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Make it secret make it sudden |
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And the family garden wakes to frosty ground |
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With a crime of passion lie those dreams of yesterday |
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Broken like the snows of January |
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Silence will fall on those masters of shame |
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When the family garden wakes to spring again |
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In Europes towns tonight |
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They lie awake again to fear the dawn |
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An endless story of empty glory |
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Days of love are hard to find |
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One man's rose is another's thorn |
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But the winds of change they write the tune |
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And the family garden wakes to song again |
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With a crime of passion lie those dreams of yesterday |
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Broken like the snows of January |
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Silence will fall on those masters of shame |
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When the family garden wakes to spring again |
