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There is light in my lady's house |
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And there's none but some falling rain |
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This like a spoken word |
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She is more than her thousand names |
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No hands are half as gentle |
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Or firm as they like to be |
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Thank God you see me the way you do |
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Strange as you are to me |
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It is good in my lady's house |
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And the shape that her body makes |
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Love is a fragile word |
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In the air on the length we lay |
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No hands are half as gentle |
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Or firm as they like to be |
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Thank God you see me the way you do |
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Strange as you are to me |
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