She passed by my window
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Her eyes were all aglow
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And bent to pick her glove she¡¯d dropped
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From the bright and brittle snow
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Nature had spoken it in the Spring
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With apple, plum and brand new pear
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Have you time for my company?
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No, I said, I have none to spare
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You gotta sanctify my love
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You gotta sanctify my love
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You gotta sanctify my love
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I ain¡¯t no lover-boy
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For apple, plum and brand new pear
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Soon wither on the ground
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She slapped the snow from off her glove
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And moved on without a sound
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You gotta sanctify my love
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You gotta sanctify my love
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You gotta sanctify my love
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I ain¡¯t no lover-boy
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She Passed by My Window
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| Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds |
