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She came and she touched me
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by Townes Van Zandt
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She came and she touched me
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with hands made of heaven
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reflections sent spinnin'
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through a face laced in mist
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Now I stand where she left me
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buried deep 'neath her shadow
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and the mirror plead sadly
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does it all come to this
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and I wonder: Will she call my name?
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The wind careens madly
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through wide windows paneless
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fragrancies mingle
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in a room full of shade
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The peons pick partners
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and waltz cross the ceilings
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but the violins whisper
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that I've been betrayed
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tryin not to look ashamed
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The drunkards drink deeply
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from cups full of nothingness
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ghost lovers laugh
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at the games that they play
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the moments do somersaults
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into eternity
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cling to their coattails
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and beg them to stay
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saying I got nothing to hide
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Illusions projected
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on walls made of Tiffany
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mad men you adds to
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a sad satin song
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A harlequin mandolins
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harmonize helplessly
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hoping that endlessly
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won't last for long
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Praying that their God ain't dying
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Then I turn and I see her
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in a dress made of moonlight
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teardrops like diamonds
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run slow down her face
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her arms surround me
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like chains made of velvet
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and the demons fall faithfully
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into their place
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and the rivers run with jewels
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Now the morning lies open
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the night went quite quickly
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memory harmlessly
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fractures and fades
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All the poets do push-ups
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on carpets of rubber foam
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loudly they laugh
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at some joke that's been made
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and the wise men speak like fools
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She came and she touched me
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Townes Van Zandt |