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The dark hour came too soon Sounded in the hollow of a heart-worn room And hard blows the breeze left behind You had grace to speak in truth Knowing no amount of words would the past-won deeds undo And hollow's the talk that you'd find And hollow the breeze, hollow the breeze, blowing through my mind. We have, we want, we have, we take, we gain Desire is all-consuming Oh, till there's nowhere to hide The fortune few The grace of angels streamed from you Streamed from you And hard blows the breeze, hard blows the breeze, through these times And hollow the breeze blowing through my mind [repeat] |