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My love she speaks like silenceWithout ideals or violenceShe doesn't have to say she's faithfulYet she's true, like ice, like firePeople carry rosesAnd make promises by the hoursMy love she laughs like the flowersValentines can't buy herIn the dime stores and bus stationsPeople talk of situationsRead books, repeat quotationsDraw conclusions on the wallSome speak of the futureMy love she speaks softlyShe knows there's no success like failureAnd that failure's no success at allThe cloak and dagger danglesMadams light the candlesIn ceremonies of the horsemenEven a pawn must hold a grudgeStatues made of match sticksCrumble into one anotherMy love winks, she does not botherShe knows too much to argue or to judgeThe bridge at midnight tremblesThe country doctor ramblesBankers' nieces seek perfectionExpecting all the gifts that wise men bringThe wind howls like a hammerThe night blows rainyMy love she's like some ravenAt my window with a broken wing