They take my time without a question
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And fill my days with all their emptiness
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And in their drawing rooms
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They beg my sympathy
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But if I weep to solve their silent misery
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They save my tears to sell for silver
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Their neighbours trespass on my highway
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And feed my lambs on every pavement corner
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And with their grief inside
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They're hiding from the rain
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But if my sun should shine too loudly on their woe
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They catch its beam to sell for gold
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They have me captured in their city
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In every living room my dust has laid me low
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And well I know
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The brown earth will be my best friend
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And when I'm gone they'll find another way to mend
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They'll sell my silver song for tears
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Silver Song (Simonds)
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| All About Eve |
