| The day was old, the light was dim
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| As I stepped through the door
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| And all my friends were gathering
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| That day that I recall
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| I shivered and shook, Lord I stood
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| Just waiting to chase the fall
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| I wondered how my time would be
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| When spring comes round, once more
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| I face the wind, I have no choice
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| But you must guard the hearth
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| And cast adrift from those I love
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| Alone I drag my heart
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| Against the cry of why
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| I turn my back to go
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| But out beyond the tears somewhere
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| Someone, I need to know
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| It’s only love, in the colours of the shade
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| It’s only love, in the colours of the shade
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| All in shades, ah, it’s only love
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| Old photographs were fading dim
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| My seed will tell it all
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| Oh by the Fathers Fathers have Such pain
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| They read the signs without surprise
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| Of how they knew it well
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| And in the mirror still I see
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| The man, who came from hell
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| It’s only love, and the colours of the shade
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| It’s only love, in the colours of the shade
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| It’s only love, in the colours of the shade They say, they say, they say
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| It’s only love, it’s only love |