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Velvet voices
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by Townes Van Zandt
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I'll play upon my violin
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until the mountains ring
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of lonely laughter blindly thrown
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and cause an endless sark of strings
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the skies are sad
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they're dancin' to a silent symphony
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and the velvet voices all shall join
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the singing
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The hall is filled to every corner
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by a tinkling hint of chimes
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a melody careens and crumbles
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leaving just a trace behind
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a rhythm [palter and] faintly fails
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the silver on its wings
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and the velvet voices all shall join
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the singing
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The cymbals flash, the drums they crash
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the trumpets rise the song
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the brass beton plucks its diamonds
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from a glittering wall of almost dawn
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The crystal chords they slash the wind
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in humble majesty
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and the velvet voices all shall join
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the singing
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Velvet voices
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| Townes Van Zandt |
