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She's A Lover

The Pretty Things

She takes the moon and stars
To wear as her disguise.
Then catching cosmic rays
She uses them for eyes.
Shes a lover
And you know shes coming through
Shes a lover
And you know shes coming through
With warm breezes
She will wipe away the sigh.
In the green folds of her skirt
A tired traveller lies,
Shes a lover and you know shes coming through
There below the grey stone walls
Behind the hill she waits for you.
Painted on a field of corn
Strange messages she leaves for you.
She sheds her summer dress
Fearing it displeases you
Amid the white silk melting forest
Where she flew.
Shes a lover
And you know shes coming through
Across the wooded plains
The wild geese have fled.
Beneath the splintered stones
Her anger seeps through red.
Shes a lover and you know shes coming through