And so she left her room
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In her satin shoes she was down
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He held her by the waist
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In a fond embrace she spins round
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Oh those silken lips
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Soft and pink, aching to be kissed
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Oh they ached to love
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And to be loved
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Was this love?
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Was this love?
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Let us dream a while in Roman gardens
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Statues walk and talk in the pale moonlight
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A breath of wind stirs the surface of the lake
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It's so cold
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I am yours and you are mine tonight
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Vicar sat with a vacant stare
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In his wicker chair he was down
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Take a look at his open book
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Where the answers may be found
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Colonel polishing his marble tomb
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He'll be taken soon, taken to the seat
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Softly, softly creeps the mist
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The earth is kissed a loving touch
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Let us dream a while in Roman gardens
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Statues walk and talk in the pale moonlight
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A breath of wind stirs the surface of the lake
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It's so cold
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I am yours and you are mine tonight
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Standing silent on the lawn
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Waiting for the dawn I am down
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My heart is breaking with the day
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She fades away, she is gone
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She is gone
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Let us dream a while in Roman gardens
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Statues walk and talk in the pale moonlight
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A breath of wind stirs the surface of the lake
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It's so cold
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I am yours and you are mine tonight
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Roman gardens
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Kirsty MacColl |