I looked into a mirror made of lines With tiny symbols here and there to make the image mine A woman stood and painted, and showed me what to find The different parts, the fire, the air, and where my life would climb: and where it joins another, and what would always bind:
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It`s a golden thread to hold you all of my days, Hold my head against you, now and for always, Sewn me up, shown us a long, long time; Makes you my life, makes you my life.
The moving finger writes and goes away; I`m weighed upon a balance here and I`m told that I can stay The kettle heats, the water speaks up, says I`m not alone; My whole life is a tapestry, and hanging in my home. And here it joins another, by what will always bind:
Chorus
An when you looked your angel flew away And what it meant was your protection`s gone another day And what has come to change you, and have you come what may Is fashioned by an old triangle, green as April haze, And blue is just a colour, but blue is here to stay.
Chorus (2)
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