| Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
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| Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues
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| And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
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| Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
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| My mind was young until she grew
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| My secret thoughts known only by the few
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| It was a dream much to real to be leaned against too long
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| All the time I think she knew
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| Her words still dance inside my head
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| Her comb still lies beside my bed
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| And the sun comes up without her, it just doesn’t know she’s gone
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| Oh, but I remember everything she said
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| Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
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| Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues
|
| And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
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| Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes |