| The silken skies that so remind and mesmerize
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| And finally blind me The downy softness of herself forever lingering
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| Behind me Never ever has there been
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| Nor will ever be again
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| One someone to give you love, tenderness and be Your friend
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| Hanging on 'till the bitter end
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| You can’t measure the cost of a woman lost
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| But it’s a heavy loss indeed for those in need.
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| I’ve tried to look inside myself
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| To find the strength from which to draw from
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| The view she saw from.
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| Since she tried to go too deep
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| Limitations brought her down
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| And though I’d like to free her mind
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| Visitations bring a frown
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| I gotta find the place she found
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| You can’t measure the cost of a woman lost
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| But it’s a heavy loss to bear when she’s not there.
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| Where she is no one seems to know
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| The silken skies have swallowed her up or so it seems.
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| The morning mist that melts upon the meadow
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| Brings a touch of sorrow
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| The one I kissed is all alone
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| And may or may not know tomorrow.
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| Just an ordinary girl
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| To the ordinary eye
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| But so much deeper goes the vein
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| Like the glittering of gold you want to touch
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| Then you gotta hold
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| You can’t measure the cost of a woman lost. |