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Текст (слова) песни: This Mortal Coil - Morning Glory
I lit my purest candle close to my window.
Hoping it would catch the eye of any vagabond that passed it by.
And I`m waiting in my fleeting house.
Before he came, I felt him drawing near.
As he neared, I felt the ancient fear.
That he had come to wound my door and jeer.
And I waited in my fleeting house.
"Tell me stories," I called to the hobo.
"Stories of cold," I smiled at the hobo.
"Stories of old," I knelt to the hobo.
And he stood before my fleeting house.
"No" said the hobo, "No more tales of time."
"Don`t ask me now to wash away the grime."
"I can`t come in `cause it`s too high a climb."
And he walked away from my fleeting house.
"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the hobo.
"Leave me alone." I wept to the hobo.
"Turn into stone," I knelt to the hobo.
And he walked away from my fleeting house.
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