| don’t use the time to talk of shame
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| the lies you sell are not of her
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| but of another with her name
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| she wandered through my changing years
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| on all she touched she left her trace
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| and all the wonders of the day
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| where bowed in shame before her grace
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| I knew her in her Winter coat
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| wrapped against the biting cold
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| I knew her naked in the sun
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| she reached into my very soul
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| I still can taste her sweet perfume
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| imagination still it plays
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| her face lit with that crocked smile
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| a whisper of my young days
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| so do not taint me with your tongue
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| what’s truth to you is not for me
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| just turn your face and walk away
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| and leave me with my memories
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| and if you speak if her at all
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| don’t use the words that twist and stain
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| for I would know her only
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| as I used to know her then |