| The gypsy girl stood quite alone
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| Her eyes were brightly shining
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| Her head was in the clouds
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| Where she had found the silver lining
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| And all the while the crippled boy
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| Was dancing with his lady fair
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| While I stood on the sidelines
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| Trying to make out that I wasn’t there
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| So loud the music grew and grew
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| With ever greater pain
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| I stepped back in the shadows
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| For I could not stand the strain
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| I tried to look, my eyes were blind
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| I tried to speak but could not find
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| The words to say
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| They left me lying where I lay
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| I could not bear the light of day
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| Treat me kindly dear blue angel
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| Deepest colour of the night
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| Be merciful, be gentle
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| For I have no strength to fight
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| Half Worlds Apart
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| So I lay in half world dream state
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| Pressed like a flower in the pages of a half book
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| Words in softly spoken whispers
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| Steal through the silence of the blue veiled half light
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| The best of questions have no answers
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| The best of answers need no questions
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| Born on the quest for a wave of half peace
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| Acquired in a Dresden china cuplet
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| Bound in the chains of the half book binding |
| Half way to my half life
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| Treat me kindly dear blue angel
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| Deepest colour of the night
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| Be merciful, be gentle
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| For I have no strength to fight
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| So she lay in half museum
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| Pinned like a butterfly which failed to reach its half life
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| Tender moments left half spoken
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| Lost like an orphan in the pleasures of the dream state
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| A man of honour has no secrets
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| How can I be a man of secrets
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| Trapped in the web of the woven blue veil
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| Peering to find the angel weaver
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| Most sacred saviour of the silver lining
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| Half way to my half life
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| Treat me kindly dear blue angel
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| Deepest colour of the night
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| Be merciful, be gentle
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| For I have no strength to fight
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| At Rest
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| Sleep the sleep of peace my love
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| And I will let you be
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| I alone can comfort
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| I alone can set you free
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| I will be your healer
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| And give you back your pride
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| In times of need remember me
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| At rest here by your side
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| When the hour of darkness comes
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| And time itself stands still
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| When voices from the future
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| Seem to come and go at will
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| I will be your servant
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| Your ever constant guide |
| When all is lost remember me
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| At rest here by your side
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| The wisdom of the fool is such
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| That he alone is sane
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| So delicate the balance
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| That e’er the moon could wax and wane
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| I will be your teacher
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| And show you where to hide
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| When all else fails remember me
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| At rest here by your side
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| Treat me kindly dear blue angel
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| Deepest colour of the night
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| Be merciful, be gentle
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| For I have no strength to fight |