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He is not a weathermanbut his bride lies with the landand she will whisper to himI'll be dressing up in snowcloaked in echo it's almostas if only Nature knowshow to bring his wife to lifeand breathe her into form"one more look from her eyesone more look can you paint her back to life"he knows every moor and moundevery curve of every hillA shoulder of the mountainwhere they watched a thousand dawns"one more look from her eyesone more look can you paint her back to life"rising she stirsfirst it blursa breeze that liftslilac blossoms from the earthblending its shapeto a skirtLetras de cancioneswith limbs that bendhe's drawn toward her pirouette turnAutumn's peach blackWinter's velvet coatPink Tourmaline,palette of Springin Summer she's wrapped in Viennese greenhe is not a weathermanbut his bride lies with the landand she will whisper to himI'll be dressing up in snowcloaked in echo it's almostas if only Nature knowshow to paint his wife to lifewith every season's tone"one more look from her eyes"one more look from her eyes"one more look from her eyes"one more look from her eyes"one more look from her eyesone more look can you paint her back to life" From Letras Mania