She Is - Tim Buckley

She is the day that gives me time to live and?

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love my life.

Till nite comes on with sundown scythe to end the puzzle pantomime.

She is a day of love.

She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.

She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.

She is the bridge on which I wait to watch the river neath me flow.

All spinning, surging far below

She is a bridge of love.

She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.

She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.

She is the air I breathe?

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Awake, asleep in?

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calm.

A wind to wash my lifted palm,

A sky that calls me out to dance.

She is the air of love.

She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.

She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.

She is the smile that keeps me warm with matchless laughter, eyes ablaze.

A mischief mystery she plays upon the flute of early morn.

She is a smile of love.

She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.

She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.