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by Richard Thompson

Woman Combing Her Hair: Waldimir Slewinski
Midnight in her room
There was music and incense and mirrors all around
By the light of the moon
Her silver dress slipped to the ground
Then she knelt like Saint Joan
And invisible armies attended her there
And her knife brightly shone
As she cut off her long silken hair

Trapped, I suppose
Lied for my sake
Crushed like the rose
That somebody picked by mistake

O I knew it would come
I knew she would leave me for some better start
O I knew it would come
She was too well rehearsed in her part
And I measured my life
And my heart fairly broke with the sorrow and care
When she took down the knife
And cut off her long silken hair

There's some who believe
There's some who believe there are reasons to lie
And there's some who deceive
And the truth is right there in their eye

But I don't see why
In all of my life
I've seen nothing so fair
I don't see why
She cut off her long silken hair
I don't see why
I don't see why


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