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Ivory Hours
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Ivory Hours
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Knows I need her
When I see her in her summer clothes
Knows I'll leave her
When the leaves turn and the cold wind blows
She will wait 'til
'Til I get back home
We will drink wine
In that hidden grove
I don't deserve the candles she lights for me
Weathered window sill
Where the snow spilled into the empty room
Blackened matchsticks
Where the last wick met its lonesome ruin
On the table lay a faded note:
"Headed south with a broken heart and rain-cloud hopes"
Will she remember those candles she lit for me?
When I see her in her summer clothes
Knows I'll leave her
When the leaves turn and the cold wind blows
She will wait 'til
'Til I get back home
We will drink wine
In that hidden grove
I don't deserve the candles she lights for me
Weathered window sill
Where the snow spilled into the empty room
Blackened matchsticks
Where the last wick met its lonesome ruin
On the table lay a faded note:
"Headed south with a broken heart and rain-cloud hopes"
Will she remember those candles she lit for me?
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