(Jimmy Webb)
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All My Love's Laughter
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All my love's faces
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She comes in the morning
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Her cloak in her arms
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She's following after
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The King of all Places
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And your tenderest warnin'
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Could bruise all her charm
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But don't lose your heart
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To that beautiful sinner
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Who walks without shining a light
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She stands in the shade
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And the sun is there in her
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But you'll never know til it's night
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All my love's softness,
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All my love's graces
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She carries all things
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In her tiny white glove
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She hides all her lostness
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In satins and laces
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And everyone says
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She's searching for sweet love
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But don't try to hold on
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To Satan's proud lady
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Who stands with her flock
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all alone on the hill
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Her stockings are hung
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And her eyes are so shady
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She's winning, and you never will.
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All My Love's Laughter
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| Art Garfunkel |
