| On a lonely walk this morning
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| A light mist in the air
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| Dark clouds laughing at me in silence
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| Casting shadows through my hair
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| In the distance I saw a woman
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| Dressed in black with eyes of grey
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| She wore her pain like a shackled spirit
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| Eternal life was her debt to pay
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| The lady wore black
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| It’s the sign of the prisoners lives
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| The lady wore black
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| See the years through the tears in her eyes
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| The lady wore black
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| Her mystic power calls to me
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| The lady wore black
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| Her love can set me free
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| The wind song whispered a warning
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| Telling me to beware
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| Of the quiet shadowed woman
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| And of the sadness I would share
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| We sat together for sometime together in silence
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| Never speaking in words
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| Of all her thoughts she spoke with her eyes
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| And I listened remembering all I heard
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| The lady wore black
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| It’s the sign of the prisoners lives
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| The lady wore black
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| See the years through the tears in her eyes
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| The lady wore black
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| Her mystic power calls to me
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| The lady wore black
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| Her love can set me free
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| The words she spoke were of forgotten lives
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| And of all knowledge gained
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| Mem’ries I had and didn’t know why
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| With a smile she explained
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| I should have listened to the wind’s cold warning
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| And walked the other way
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| I touched her soul and now I bear her sentence
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| But for her love I’ll gladly pay
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| The lady wore black
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| It’s the sign of the prisoners lives
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| The lady wore black
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| See the years through the tears in her eyes
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| The lady wore black
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| Her mystic power calls to me
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| The lady wore black
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| Her love can set me free |