(music by King Crimson, words by Adrian Belew)
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Rome now comes to sit
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in her garden
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mingling the breeze with memories
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of a time when
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there was a room in pale yellow hues
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her room with a view
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where love made a bed of happiness
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in muslin and lace
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sweet is the voice from far away
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that speaks sotto voce and
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is lingering there in the golden air
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to quiet the day.
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Inner Garden II
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| King Crimson |
