Spoken:
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Last night I was going through a closet
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When on a rack of dresses, I found a shirt he'd worn
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When he held me in his arms for the very last time
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A shirt I knew that he'd never wear again
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As I took it from the rack
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All my dreams came racing back
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The faint perfume of sweet life filled the night
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I could see his face again
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He kissed my lips as then
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And I almost felt his arms around me tight
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Spoken:
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A shirt that even the gods must envy
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For it's arms once encircled a dream that only heaven can bring
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Inside this shirt had beat the most wonderful heart in the whole wide world
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And forever each thread shall remind me of him
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I turned down a rolled up sleeve
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And I could scarcely could believe
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When I looked and saw a strand of my own hair
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It was clinging like a vine
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To the shirt he left behind
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As if to let him know that I still care
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I walked to the window sill
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And my eyes began to fill
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And I thought I heard the soft wind call his name
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And the shirt across my arm
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Was strangely soft and warm
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As if I'd reached and held it to a flame
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Spoken:
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And there I stood hearing only the beat of my own aching heart
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Lost in the dreams that might have been
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And the shirt seemed as sorrowful as I
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And just as empty, body and soul
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The Shirt
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Norma Jean |