The day was old - the light was dim, as I stepped through the door
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And all my friends were gathering that day that I recall
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I shivered and shook, Lord I stood just waiting to chase the fall
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I wondered how my time would be when spring comes round once more
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I face the wind - I have no choice, but you must guard the heart
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And cast adrift from those I love, alone I drag my heart
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Against the cry of "why?" I turn my back to go
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But out beyond the tears somewhere, someone I need to know
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It's only love, in the colours of the shade
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It's only love, in the colours of the shade
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Old photographs were fading dim - my seed will tell it all
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And by the fathers' fathers' hands such pain on all was raw
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They read the signs without surprise of how they knew it well
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And in the mirror still I see the man, who came from hell
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It's only love and the colours of the shade
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It's only love, in the colours of the shade
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It's only love, in the colours of the shade
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Colours Of A Shade
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| Robert Plant |
