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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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strangers as you are to me |
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it is good in my lady's house |
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every 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 |
| [02:50.58] |
thank God you see me the way you do |
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strangers as you are to me |
