| Maria, I don't see something
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| Nimbus above your head.
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| I'll probably be embarrassed
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| If they see me with you.
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| And it all seems strange
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| But, as they say, c'est la vie,
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| And once I was ready to give everything
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| For the shadow of your love.
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| Maria,
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| Moonlight in your eyes.
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| I surrendered to you, even though you didn't have time
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| Declare me even a check.
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| It's hard for me to speak;  | 
| take my letters
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| Read them and tear them up.
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| And once I was ready to give everything
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| For the shadow of your love.
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| I've been told so much about you
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| But I was ready for that.
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| Let them, let them say
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| After all, they know so many words!
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| They open their mouths so often
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| And extract the sound with tongues,
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| That sometimes I envy the deaf,
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| Explaining with the help of hands.
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| Maria, someone else loves me,
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| Trust me, I'm not kidding.
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| You always knew what I needed;
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| She knows what I want.
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| She is the bells from my crown
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| She told me: "Live!"
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| And once I was ready to give everything
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| For the shadow of your love.
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| You know, I understood once
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| That I have never been brave
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| And every hour I waited for a new trouble.
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| And although it rained twice that day,
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| I still died of thirst,
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| But she gave me something that is purer than the purest water.
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| Oh Maria
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| Bright angel of oblivion
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| There's a symphony in my ears
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| For two choirs, highway and rain.
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| I'm leaving and I won't come back,
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| Call or don't call
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| And once I was ready to give everything
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| For the light of your love |