| I was thrown on the cobblestones, tossed at her feet
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| My fool’s mouth was filled with the dust from the street
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| An out of work court jester with nowhere to go
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| And no need to speak, for she seemed to know
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| She sings the songs without words
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| Songs that sailors, and blind men, and beggars have heard
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| She knows more of love than the poets can say
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| And her eyes are for something that won’t go away
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| This mad mocking town, and its dishonored guest
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| Disappeared in the colors that danced on her dress
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| She led me to safety in a forest of green
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| And showed my stale eyes some sights never seen
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| She sings the songs without words
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| Songs that sailors, and blind men, and beggars have heard
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| She knows more of love than the poets can say
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| And her eyes are for something that won’t go away
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| She spins magic and moonlight in her meadows and streams
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| And seeks deep inside me and touches my dreams
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| The morning comes smiling and I laugh with no sound
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| And snuggle in silence and the sweet peace I’ve found
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| And she sings the songs without words
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| Songs that sailors, and blind men, and beggars have heard
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| She knows more of love than the poets can say
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| And her eyes are for something that won’t go away
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| No they won’t go away
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| Go away |