| The rain fell on this street of grey
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| The steeple, lightning rod, the cross
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| The words, the vow, the ring, the kiss
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| Someone sang Ave Maria
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| My sweetest girl, my dangeress
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| Broke the window of my chest
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| My heart shot far from this world
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| 'til it slowly came to rest
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| Inside the strangeness of her breast
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| My danger girl, my tigeress
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| History led her to me Each footstep cut in memory
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| Clad in a dress of silver-grey
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| She walked into our wedding day
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| My sweetest girl, my dangeress
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| Broke the window of my chest
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| My heart shot far from this world
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| Until it slowly came to rest
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| Inside the strangeness of her breast
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| My dangerous girl, my tigeress
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| And through the daily devastation
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| We are but in each other’s wake
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| And in the coldness of the station
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| We board the train all lovers take
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| But when I try to talk to her
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| I don’t speak that language anymore
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| For though my crimes remain unnamed
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| All my treasons, all my shames
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| Later you would rightly say
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| «We didn’t dance upon our wedding day» |