| The perfume that she wore was from some little store
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| On the down side of town
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| But it lingered on long after she’d gone
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| I remember it well
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| And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
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| And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night
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| Her long flowing hair came softly undone
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| And it lay all around
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| And she brushed it down as I stood by her side
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| In the warmth of her love
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| And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
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| And then we played a game only she could win
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| And she told me a riddle I’ll never forget
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| Then left with the answer I’ve never found yet
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| How long, said she, can a moment like this
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| Belong to someone
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| What’s wrong, what is right, when to live or to die
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| We must almost be born
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| So if you should ask me what secrets I hide
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| I’m only your lover, don’t make me decide
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| The perfume that she wore was from some little store
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| On the down side of town
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| But it lingered on long after she’d gone
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| I remember it well
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| And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
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| And then we played a game only she could win
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| And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
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| And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night |