Poor Shirley
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She must hide her tears
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For nobody wants to see them
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Surely it will break her heart
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Time passes as she waits for a friend
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We'll take all the doubtful ones in the fight
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And make them hold off 'til the spring
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Take hold of their hallowed souls
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And save them from pain
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All of the pain
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Save ourselves from all of the pain
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Dearly held are the friends
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Left in the years and lost in the war
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Dearly held are the loves
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Save for the ones you lose on your own
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Stars will light up the lonely nights
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Harbor lights
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Making us believe in the love
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So struck by the hope of the harmony
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Leaving the sorrow
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Gently
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Poor Shirley
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She must hide her tears
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For nobody wants to see them
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Surely she will win a heart
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Time passes as she waits for the wind
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Poor Shirley
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| Christopher Cross |
