| Say, say something nice to her
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| Fragrant and sturdier
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| Delicate hands for shoulders sliding down
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| Days, days like a summer rain
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| Blink and they’re gone again
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| Soaking she sits alone, outside and down
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| Prays, prays for a soldier boy
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| In fire and angry noise
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| Under the thumb of the Lord
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| And waits, quilting and quietly
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| Her minor piano keys
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| Slip through the screen of the door
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| Say, say what you mean to her
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| Washing her colander
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| Eyes on the stranger cresting 'round the bend
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| Days, days like the winter snow
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| Linger 'til heaven knows
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| Naked she sings the table grace and then
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| Prays, prays for her soldier boy
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| In fire and angry noise
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| Under the thumb of the lord
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| And waits, quilting and quietly
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| Minor piano keys
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| Slip through the screen of the door |