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We hit the floor just like her blue silk slip Dark puritan rose to the curve of her hip I did not know, it was too much, too much for me to handle To be shown to the heart of the matter by your holy candle
The clank of your second hand, the stare of your glass eyeHave I no wisdom? That is not wiseIn that way we laid the rail, a woven handmade Indian I spoke and understood your golden Virginian
Still not a day goes bySomething alwaysSomething always, by and by
Sing the same old song in the same old wayThrough mystic maze of memories, our days of disarray Stood still in the same place twice just to cast a shadowCast down by a western sun, you have the right to know
Still not a day goes bySomething alwaysSomething always, by and by
Still not a day goes bySomething alwaysSomething always, by and by
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