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Mesure : 3/4

/ Intro / She who had always remained in the depth of my being In the twilight of gleams and glimpses She who had never smiled or given it up in the morning Will be my last gift to you, folded into the last song Words have wooed her, but never won her Persuasion has reached to her but come up empty And I've gone from country to country keeping her in the core of my heart And around her have risen and fallen the growth and decay of my life Over my thoughts and actions, my slumbers and dreams She ruled yet dwelled alone and apart And she stayed alone in her whatever you to call it Waiting for you to see her / INSTRUMENTAL – organ / I found a joy of my own I found a joy of my own I found a joy of my own I found a joy of my own I found a joy of my own I found a joy of my own I found a joy of my own I found a joy of my own / INSTRUMENTAL – organ /

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