Townes Van Zandt

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Her face was crystal, fair and fine
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Her breath was morning, her lips were wine
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Her eyes were laughter, her touch divine
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Her face was crystal, and she was mine.
If only she could feel my pain
But feelin's a burden she can't sustain
So Like A Summer Thursday, I cry for rain
To come and turn the ground to green again.
If only she could hear my song
'Bout the empty difference 'tween rights and wrongs
Then I know that I could stand alone
As well as they, now that she's gone.
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