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  1. For any here not yet a fan, or any interested in seeing Emmylou before she was 'discovered' . Very moving. THE LADY OF THE ROSE I know a soft lady, she lives up the stairs, And sometimes she combs it down, her long greying hair And she wears it gathered loosely up, pinned back with a rose, Whose petals are turning black and beginning to fold. Don't talk of where life goes, she won't understand, She'll pretend she can't hear you, though you know that she can. Oh everyone has tried to teach her to say goodbye, But she just can't stand it when the roses die. And her eyes are lost children that wait for him, From the morning to the day, 'till the lights are dim And the nights must be long and lonely more than I'll ever know, She just won't let the roses go. He's not in the backyard, he's not in the hall, And if she can't hear his laughter, he's not there at all So she waits and waits, and waits for nothing, But in her heart she knows, that it's gone and gone for ever, And it tears apart her soul. So I'll leave my soft lady with her dying rose, I can't reach you with all your doors and windows closed, But I wonder if I'll ever love the way you do, And have it break me, the way it's broken you.
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