| Spirit of my silence I can hear you, but I’m afraid to be near you
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| And I don’t know where to begin
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| And I don’t know where to begin
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| Somewhere in the desert there’s a forest, and an acre before us
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| But I don’t know where to begin
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| But I don’t know where to begin
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| Again I lost my strength completely, oh, be near me, tired old mare
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| With the wind in your hair
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| Amethyst and flowers on the table, is it real or a fable?
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| Well, I suppose a friend is a friend
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| And we all know how this will end
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| Chimney swift that finds me be my keeper,
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| Silhouette of the cedar
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| What is that song you sing for the dead?
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| What is that song you sing for the dead?
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| I see the signal searchlight strike me in the window of my room
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| Well, I got nothing to prove
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| Well, I got nothing to prove
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| I forgive you, mother, I can hear you,
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| And I long to be near you
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| But every road leads to an end
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| Yes, every road leads to an end
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| Your apparition passes through me in the willows and five red hens
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| You’ll never see us again
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| You’ll never see us again |