Well, a diamond fades quickly when matched to the face of Maria
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All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky
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The brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall
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That spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her eyes
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Well, she stands all around me her hands slowly sifting the sunshine
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All the laughter that linger down deep 'neath her smilin' is free
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Well, it spins and it twirls like a hummingbird lost in the morning
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Then caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea
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Ah, the sculptor stands stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes
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When her image comes dancin' the sun she turns sullen with shame
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And the birds they go silent the wind stops his sad mournful singing
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When the trees of the forest start gently to whispering her name
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So as softly she wanders I'll desperately follow her footsteps
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And I'll chase after shadows that offer a trace of her sigh
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Ah, they promise eternally that she lies hidden within them
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But I find they've deceived me and sadly I bid them goodbye
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So the serpent slide softly away with his moments of laughter
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And the the old washer-woman has finished her cleanin' and gone
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But the bamboo hang heavy in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams
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And a lonely child longingly looks for a place to belong
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(Quicksilver Daydreams Of) Maria
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Steve Earle |