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She is the day that gives me time to live and ???? love my life.
Till night comes on with sundown scythe to end the puzzle pantomime.
She is a day of love.

She is the day through 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
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She is a bridge of love.

She is the day through 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 ?????
Awake, asleep in ??? 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 through 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 through which I walk toward the bridge where she stands.
She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.
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written by TIM BUCKLEY, LARRY BECKETT
Lyrics © BMG PLATINUM SONGS OBO THIRD STORY MUSIC, INC.