| So pale and precious is the light that will shine
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| Out of the windows in her head
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| So pale and precious like the sun as it climbs
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| Up every morning on her bed
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| If all of her moments were put down in a book
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| Then i could read it 'til i went blind
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| If all of the tears she cried flowed into a brook
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| Well than i’m sure it would taste like wine
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| Don’t care what the others might say
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| As far as i’m concerned they can all fall apart
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| Fade away
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| So pale and precious is the light that will shine
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| Out of her perfumed golden hair
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| So pale and precious are the steps that i climb
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| Up to her room so bright and bare
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| If all of the things she said were flowers and tress
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| Well then her garden would always be green
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| If all of our time together fell on one day
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| It would be like every christmas there’s been
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| Don’t care what the others might say
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| As far as i’m concerned they can all fall apart
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| Fade away
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| Up she rises each and every morning
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| She blows the stars out of the sky
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| And lights the sun with her bright eyes
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| The smell of the pinecones
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| And the sea in her hair
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| Silver gentle |