The silken skies that so remind and mesmerize
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And finally blind me
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The downy softness of herself forever lingering
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Behind me
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Never ever has there been
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Nor will ever be again
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One someone to give you love, tenderness and be
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Your friend
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Hanging on 'till the bitter end
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You can't measure the cost of a woman lost
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But it's a heavy loss indeed for those in need.
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I've tried to look inside myself
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To find the strength from which to draw from
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The view she saw from.
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Since she tried to go too deep
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Limitations brought her down
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And though I'd like to free her mind
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Visitations bring a frown
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I gotta find the place she found
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You can't measure the cost of a woman lost
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But it's a heavy loss to bear when she's not there.
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Where she is no one seems to know
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The silken skies have swallowed her up or so it seems.
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The morning mist that melts upon the meadow
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Brings a touch of sorrow
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The one I kissed is all alone
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And may or may not know tomorrow.
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Just an ordinary girl
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To the ordinary eye
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But so much deeper goes the vein
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Like the glittering of gold you want to touch
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Then you gotta hold
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You can't measure the cost of a woman lost.
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You Can't Measure The Cost
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