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Shadows |
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By: George Pucine |
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At nighttime, when crickets
chirp their lonely voice - |
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High on a lonely place, |
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You're blending in with the
shadows that are forming
there, |
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It's you in the shadows... |
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At nighttime, |
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I seem to hear your haunting
voice, |
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I see your lovely face; |
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You're blending in with the
shadows all around me. |
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It's you in the shadows... |
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Then comes the dawn into
view hiding the moon. |
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And all at once you are gone |
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leaving there trace of a
magic perfume... |
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And shadows are all I have
that's left of you; |
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And soon they're gone, too. |
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And then I dream of the
shadows that I once knew. |
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And you're in the shadows... |
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