| My wife stood by the harbor
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| Her hands set in a wave
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| Like no more evening and day
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| Now I see the beauty I failed to see when she was me
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| Life undress me of her, step by step
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| Like a silk dress, she fell to my feet
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| She brought me flowers
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| Said she liked my work
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| I thought she couldn’t do us any harm
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| He never liked that kind of charm
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| But how could he resist
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| When her dress let in the autumn sun?
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| I used to watch the sparrows
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| Perched on electric wires
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| Like notes of a song waiting to be sung
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| For you, I wrote them down
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| He laughed at life that kept me sane
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| In a world of dark dark games
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| She brought me flowers
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| Said she liked my work
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| I thought she couldn’t do us any harm
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| He never liked that kind of charm
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| But how could he resist
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| When her dress let in the autumn sun?
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| She watered the garden and played with the kids
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| For her birthday, let her try on his wedding ring
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| She brought me flowers
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| Said she liked my work
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| I thought she couldn’t do us any harm
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| He never liked that kind of charm
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| But how could he resist
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| When her dress let in the autumn sun? |