| She lifts the flowers from the window box
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| Summer’s fouled now winter flocks
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| She lifts her veil to the morning rain
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| Wipes her eyes to the summer again
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| Pearls of dew shimmer on her face
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| Cut inside she would dream to taste
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| She knocks her flowers from the window side
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| They fall to the ground they fall to the ground
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| Hide away from the raging sun
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| You hide your love from the fire beyond
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| Now the woman in an aging form
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| She’s tangled in the bushes tall
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| Cowering down with head in hands
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| She cries out loud, she cries out loud
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| «Seems so cold, it seems so cold tonight
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| Seems so cold, seems so cold tonight»
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| Hide away from the raging sun
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| You hide your love from the fire beyond
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| She can’t see visions of this force below
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| Freezes her life through (garbled «in a joke» ???)
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| She heads to the voice of this rainy day
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| And it cries like a choir in her mind to stay
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| It’s «Sister hold now, hold now, hold your head
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| Dream a cloud put out the fire which is your bed!»
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| She then danced through the kitchen through the force below
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| And it cries «How fun! |
| But oh so slow…»
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| Just living, like a dreamless child with hatred
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| Just living, like a dreamless child with hatred
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| She’s never been quite as cut by life before
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| Never been cut by way of life before
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| Hide away from the raging sun
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| You hide your love from the fire beyond
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| She can’t see visions of this force below
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| Freezes her life through… (garbled «in a joke» ???)
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| She heads to the voice of this rainy day
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| It cries like a choir in her mind «Just stay!»
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| «Sister hold now, hold now, hold your head
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| Dream a cloud put out the fire which is your bed»
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| She then danced through the kitchen through the force below
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| And it cries «Now fun! |
| but oh so slow… but oh so slow… but oh so slow…
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| but oh so slow…» |