| First time that I saw her
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| She had white doves in her eyes
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| She spoke to me, but I could not reply
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| Not reply
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| She was a stranger I had known for years
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| She brought to me so many smiles and tears
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| Smiles and tears
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| The two hands of a prayer
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| Together like two hands of a prayer
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| Together like two hands of a prayer
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| Together like the two hands of a prayer
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| Time it slowly drips
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| Into past
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| Into the past
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| And finds a home where the heart echoes rest
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| Echoes rest
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| She softly kissed my mind, my mind
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| And whispered, «what will we do with time, do with time?»
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| The two hands of a prayer
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| Together like two hands of a prayer
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| Together like two hands of a prayer
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| Together like two hands of a prayer
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| Am I the man I choose, choose to be, choose to be?
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| Or just the man I used to be, used to be?
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| Am I the man I want, want to be, I want to be?
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| This questions, it keeps haunting me, haunting me
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| The two hands of prayer
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| Together like two hands of a prayer
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| Together like two hands of a prayer
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| Together like two hands of a prayer
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| Of a prayer… |