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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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