In the hall lights flicker hum
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With her buckles still undone
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She hides beneath her blue trench coat
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Gaze so soft, yet so remote
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In that dusty uniform
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The outline of her lovely form
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And more than once I've brushed her hand
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Passing on the stairs
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In the hall lights flicker hum
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His dark lashes always hung
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With a look so weary and so wise
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When he passes he gentley sighs
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In his work-worn boots he leans
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And I wonder what it means
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Whatever does it mean
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Passing on the stairs
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Up the stairs every night
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Up the stairs seven flights
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And down she goes into the night
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Down my stairs and out of sight
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Who is she with that misty look
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Every night a different book
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With the scent of violets in her hair
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Who's this angel on my stairs
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A distant time comes back to me
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The wild reeds, the salty sea
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My father calling 'don't go far'
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I gathered sea glass in a jar
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And built a castle with a mote
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As the wind blew sand into my hair
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In the rustling of your over coat
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Passing on the stairs
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Up the stairs every night
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Up the stairs seven flights
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And down she goes into the night
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Down my stairs and out of sight
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And I wonder if she thinks of me
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Is it just a boyish fantasy
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Speak dear lady wont you speak
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Can't you tell you make me meek
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So in silence once more we pass
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Another night I walk on glass
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And I dream that she thinks of me
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Passing on the stairs
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And I wonder if he thinks of me
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If this could be our destiny
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Oh haven't you a word for me
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If only you'd misplace your key
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So in silence once more we pass
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Another night I walk on glass
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And how I dream he thinks of me
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And our passing on the stairs
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Up the stairs every night
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Up he climbs seven flights
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And down she goes into the night
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Down my stairs and out of sight
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Up the stairs every night
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Up the stairs seven flights
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And down she goes into the night
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Down my stairs and out of sight
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Down my stairs and out of sight
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Passing On The Stairs
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Elysian Fields |