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My lovDe, she speaks like silenceA G
Without ideals or vioDlence.A
SGhe doesn't have to say she's faiDthful
Yet she's trEm7ue like ice, like firAe.A6 A7
PeDople carry roses A G
And make promises by the hoDur.A
MGy love, she laughs like the fDlowers
ValeEmntines cA7an't buyD her.
IDn dime stores and bus statioAnsG
People talk of situatDions, A
RGead books, repeat quotations, D
Draw conclusEm7ions on the wall. A A6 A7
SoDme speak of the fAutGure;
My love, she speaks softly.D A
SGhe knows there's no success lDike failure
And Emthat faiA7lure's nDo success at all.
The cDloak and dagger dangles, A G
Madams light the candDles. A
IGn ceremonies of the horseman D
Even the pawEm7n must hold a grudge. A A6 A7
StDatues made of matAchG sticks
Crumble into one another. D A
MGy love winks, she does not boDther.
She Emknows toA7o much tDo argue or to judge.
The bDridge at midnight trembles, A G
The country doctor raDmbles,A
BGankers' nieces seek perfection, D
Expecting alEm7l the gifts that wise men bring. A A6 A7
ThDe wind howls likeA aG hammer,
The night wind blows cold and rainy. D A
MGy love, she's like some ravenD
At mEmy windowA7 with a Dbroken wing.
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