| Susan |
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| No more the flute-sound air speaks love songs |
| No more alone and in my head |
| No more your child’s sweet voice speaks softly |
| Softly, softly, in my ear |
| Nothing’s true, it doesn’t matter |
| The love you see not yours to judge |
| Too late now, your fears surround you |
| Spinning seasons around you |
| Susan, inside you say the words and I’ll go |
| Gone away, and still we’re lonely |
| Nothing’s changed, two lives to live |
| Love is cold when dreams are old |
| In a dream what you see |
| Images that used to be |
