| Well, the diamonds fades quickly when matched to the face of Maria
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| All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky
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| The brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall
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| That spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her eyes
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| Well, she stands all around me her hands slowly sifting the sunshine
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| All the laughter that linger down deep 'neath her smilin' is free
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| Well, it spins and it twirls like a hummingbird lost in the morning
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| And caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea
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| Ah, the sculptor stands stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes
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| When her image comes dancin' the sun she turns sullen with shame
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| And the birds they go silent the wind stops his sad mournful singing
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| When the trees of the forest start gently to whisperin' her name
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| So as softly she wanders I’ll desperately follow her footsteps
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| And I’ll chase after shadows that offer a trace of her sight
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| Ah, they promise eternally that she lays hidden within them
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| But I find they’ve deceived me and sadly I bid them goodbye
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| So the serpent slide softly away with these moments of laughter
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| And the the old washy woman has finish her cleanin' and gone
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| But the bamboo hang heavy in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams
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| And a lonely child longingly looks for a place to belong |