As silver tears they weave and lace,
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Sad patterns upon her face,
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She waits for you.
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So low below a laser sun,
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Through velvet fields she runs,
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Reaching for you.
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And so you bleed now,
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Your hand holds the knife
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That is tearing your life apart.
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Why don't you leave now,
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The city's too heavy
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And your dreams they melt in the sun.
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On mellow blue, birds curve and glide.
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Through shadows of grief she slides,
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She waits for you.
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There on a hill before the dawn,
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In silence a promise torn,
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She turns from you.
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And so you bleed now ...
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As silver tears, they weave and lace,
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She waits for you.
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So low below a laser sun,
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Reaching for you.
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On mellow blue birds curve and glide.
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She waits for you.
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There on a hill before the dawn,
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She turns from you .....
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GRASS
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| Pretty Things |
