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I can hear the soft breathing
Of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me
Asleep with the night,
And her hair, in a fine mist
Floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow
Of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm,
But my heart remains heavy,
And I watch as her breasts
Gently rise, gently fall,
For I know with the first light of dawn
I'll be leaving,
And tonight will be
All I have left to recall.
Oh, what have I done,
Why have I done it,
I've committed a crime,
I've broken the law.
For twenty-five dollars
And pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed
A hard liquor store.
My life seems unreal,
My crime an illusion,
A scene badly written
In which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze
At my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.
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Wednesday Morning, 3 Am
by
Simon And Garfunkel
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Jakob Dempsey
(1/20/2007 8:21:00 PM)
I think this is the most perfect song that Paul Simon ever made - the melody is simple, but beautiful - the two voice harmony, one of his best efforts. The poetic statement evokes a very tangible mis-en-scene feeling - a particular time and place, and the feelings of a particular person (lover, philosopher, sociopath) .
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