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My love swears that he is made of truth
I do believe him though I know he lies
I've caught him creeping 'round darkened holes
I've caught him staring at distant skies
I would have seen it coming but I'm blind with age
Too much time on the battle line
Shut it all out just let the notes fall slow
Slow
My love lives inside a haze of gloom
He fears today, what might come tomorrow
Seeks the shadow, shuns the light
Bleeds for knowledge, prepares for sorrow
I would have seen it coming but I'm blind with age
Too much time on the battle line
Shut it all out just let the note fall slow
Slow
This ain't no depression, just notes falling slow
An early snow and notes falling slow
Do I have the strength to bear their passion?
An early snow and notes falling slow
I do believe him though I know he lies
I've caught him creeping 'round darkened holes
I've caught him staring at distant skies
Too much time on the battle line
Shut it all out just let the notes fall slow
He fears today, what might come tomorrow
Seeks the shadow, shuns the light
Bleeds for knowledge, prepares for sorrow
Too much time on the battle line
Shut it all out just let the note fall slow
An early snow and notes falling slow
Do I have the strength to bear their passion?
An early snow and notes falling slow
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The first two lines of this song are taken from Shakespeare's sonnet 138. I love that they could take a beautiful piece of literature and make it anew.
Sonnet CXXXVIII
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd. But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
Jeril, Thank you for that knowledge!
Sly