| Why must you shed such tender tears
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| In the evening of your years
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| No other love could stem the tide
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| Of the loneliness I hide
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| Open your heart and let me live
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| All the promises I could give
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| The sun and moon and all the stars
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| They bow down to you whenever you pass
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| In a world of fading sadness
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| An emerald ring, a photograph
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| That look in your eyes the brush of your cheek
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| These are the moments in life that I seek
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| No reason or rhyme, no presence of mind
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| Just a dance to the music of time
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| Why must you shed such tender tears
|
| In the evening of your years
|
| No other love could stem the tide
|
| Of the loneliness I hide
|
| Inside out, upside down
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| Obscured by clouds, or underground
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| The sun and moon and all the stars
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| They bow down to you whenever you pass
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| Wherever you are, whenever you speak
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| These are the moments in my life that I seek
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| No reason or rhyme, by chance or design
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| Just a dance to the music of time
|
| Open your heart and let me live
|
| All the promises I could give
|
| The sun and moon and all the stars
|
| They bow down to you whenever you pass
|
| No reason or rhyme, no presence of mind
|
| Just a dance to the music of time |