| If you could ring the sky like a bell
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| Even such a sound would never suffice
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| If you could bang the world like a drum
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| It would only show it was hollow inside
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| And your love, it slips behind a little cloud
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| And your eyes are veiled
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| Is there a medical term for a heart that’s been removed?
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| If you could wring the hours and the days
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| Of all their lives, I think you would find
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| That the lovely faces crash like a wave
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| Upon a shore so frozen and white
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| And as love, it slips behind that little cloud
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| The snow is like a feathery down
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| When your heart has been removed
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| And as love departs your life
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| Like silvery birds that leave the coast
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| Your eyes are as wild and lifeless as the moon |