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| Croce Jim Jim & Ingrid Croce Vespers Written by - Jim & Ingrid Croce I'd like to think about her And the way she used to love me But I just can't live without her 'Cause her arms are not around me And the season's getting later And my body's getting colder And the vespers ring and I'm all alone Without my love beside me She'd call me in the evenin' And ask me to come over She'd be standing by the window With her hair down around her shoulder We'd talk a while and then she'd smile Then she'd lock the door And she would sit beside me And we would talk no more The bells would ring at six o'clock And she'd be in my arms Her head upon my shoulder, gently resting And then she'd wake and look at me Not knowing I'd been watching Kiss me softly, then drift off to sleep She'd call me in the evenin' And ask me to come over She'd be standing by the window With her hair down around her shoulder We'd talk a while and then she'd smile Then she'd lock the door And she would sit beside me And we would talk no more |
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