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Harry Belafonte

Her Song

 

Her Song

(アルバム: The Warm Touch - 1971)


She can make a pirouette of feeling
Turn and turn inside me every time we touch
She can shade the color of confusion
So all that matters is that nothing matters much

She can take the secrets out of shadows
I was sure that I would always have to keep
She can lay all curled against the morning
And stop tomorrow with the quiet of her sleep

I have looked in house of mirrored faces
For a long, long time
But now I see myself reflected in her smile

She will smooth the edges of my questions
Growing trust where I thought trust could never grow
She will wait while I begin to love her
She will hold me while I'm letting go
She will hold me while I'm letting go

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