| Evening’s hymn
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| Conjures the park
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| And, now out of the dark
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| In a dream I followed you home
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| The crowds thinned out until we were alone
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| Waiting on some street I didn’t know
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| When you heard a violin in the night
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| One room away
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| Did you wonder that wherever you were
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| One room away
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| He plays with only love
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| He plays with only love
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| So let your hands fall low, and turn your face to him
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| The festival is over, and the cypresses are bare
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| In the corridor, the face of God is smiling
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| When you heard a violin in the night
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| One room away
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| Did you wonder that wherever you were
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| One room away
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| How will you ever know
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| The dancer from the dance?
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| The dancer from the dance?
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| The curtain from the wind?
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| The festival is over
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| And the sea is in your eyes
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| On the promenade
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| The old Gods are returning
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| When you heard a violin in the night
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| One room away
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| Did you wonder that wherever you were
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| One room away
|
| He plays with only love, he plays with only love
|
| So let your hands fall low, and turn your face to him
|
| The festival is over, and the cypresses are bare
|
| In the corridor, the face of God is smiling
|
| Evening’s hymn
|
| Conjures the park
|
| And now, out of the dark
|
| In a dream I followed you home
|
| The crowds thinned out until we were alone
|
| Waiting on some street I didn’t know |