| See the light through the glass now the moon’s looking in
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| See the light where she’s keeping her vigil
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| She can see where we’re blind — for the night is her twin
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| In the shadows and mist when the world’s still
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| She will be there to see him and call out his name
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| For his touch, for his strong arms around her
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| It’s been twenty years now, but her heart’s still the same
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| Though not one spark of hope ever found her
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| So he never came back on a spring night like this
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| Come the news come a grave without coffin
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| But she talks to the wind from the deepest abyss
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| Now forever she waits for her Franklin
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| Come so softly his breathing so close again
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| Come a picture of bridegroom and bride
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| Come a gift of forgetfulness, be her friend
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| Keep her safe from what’s burning inside
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| She will stand at her window as darkness comes down
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| She will search in the night for an omen
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| He will be there, she knows, when the hour comes around
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| That’s the way with a man and a woman |