调：E major•
Verse 1
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They say that I
never have written of love
They say that I never could
touch the strings
They say I know nothing
of women and men
I must write, they say,
Verse 2
And the hem of her shirt
was a sacred thing
The shock when another man
touched her arm
The hope and despair and
Verse 3
the western farms
While you held her warm in
your quavering arms
The electric shock from her fingertips
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know?
Verse 4
E
She was buried at Brighton,
where Gordon sleeps
And the sad old garden its secret keeps
She left a message for me to read
Do you know how the heart
Verse 5
the dead girl lies
'Neath the white clouds
high in the autumn skies
But the haunting words of the dead to me
She lives in the marriage that
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