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A Perfect Indian
sing by Sinead O Cornner
A Perfect Indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams
And there I saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
A face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
On a table in her yellow dress
For a photograph feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only time
That any of you will smile at me
I m sailing on this terrible ocean
I ve come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like Lir s children
And there s only one way to be free
He s shy and he speaks quietly
He s gentle and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me
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寂 子。
独 自 一 人 。
徒 留 一 世 悲 伤 。
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编辑于2009/09/25更新