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Sweet Sir Galahad came in through the window |
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In the night when the moon was in the yard |
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He took her hand in his and shook the long hair |
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From his neck and he told her she'd been working much too hard |
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It was true that ever since the day |
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Her crazy man had passed away to the land of poet's pride |
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She laughed and talked alot with new people on the block |
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But always at evening time she cried |
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And here's to the dawn of their days |
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She moved her head a little down on the bed |
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Until it rested softly on his knee |
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And there she dropped her smile and there she sighed awhile |
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And told him all the sadness of those years that numbered three |
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Well, you know I think my fate's belated |
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Because of all the hours I waited for the day when I'd no longer cry |
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I get myself to work by eight but oh, was I born too late |
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Do you think I'll fail at every single thing I try? |
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And here's to the dawn of their days |
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He just put his arm around her and that's the way I found her |
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eight months later to the day |
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The lines of a smile erased the tear tracks upon her face |
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A smile that could linger, even stay |
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Sweet Sir Galahad went down |
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With his gay bride of flowers |
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The prince of the hours |
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Of her lifetime |
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And here's to the dawn of their days, of their days |