| A lady stands before an open window
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| Staring so far away
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| She can almost feel the southern wind blow
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| Almost touching her restless day
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| She turns from her window to me Sad smile her apology
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| Sad eyes reaching to the door
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| Daylight loses to another evening
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| And still she spares me the word goodbye
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| And sits alone beside me fighting her feelings
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| Struggles to speak but in the end can only cry
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| Suddenly it’s so hard to find
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| The sound of the words to speak her troubled mind
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| So I’m offering these to her as if to be kind:
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| There’s a train everyday leaving either way
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| There’s a world, you know
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| There’s a way to go And you’ll soon be gone -- that’s just as well
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| This is my opening farewell
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| A child’s drawings left there on the table
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| And a woman’s silk lying on the floor
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| And I would keep them here if I were able
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| Lock her safe behind this open door
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| But suddenly it’s so clear to me That I’d asked her to see what she may never see
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| And now my kind words find their way back to me There’s a train everyday leaving either way
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| There’s a world, you know
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| You got a way’s to go And I’ll soon believe -- it’s just as well
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| This is my opening farewell |