She is the day that gives me time to live and ???? love my life.
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Till nite comes on with sundown scythe to end the puzzle pantomime.
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She is a day of love.
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She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.
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She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.
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She is the bridge on which I wait to watch the river 'neath me flow.
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All spinning, surging far below
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She is a bridge of love.
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She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.
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She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.
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She is the air I breathe ?????
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Awake, asleep in ??? calm.
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A wind to wash my lifted palm,
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A sky that calls me out to dance.
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She is the air of love.
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She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.
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She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.
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She is the smile that keeps me warm with matchless laughter, eyes ablaze.
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A mischief mystery she plays upon the flute of early morn.
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She is a smile of love.
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She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.
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She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.
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She Is
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| Tim Buckley |
