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Antiques (Mumy)
I worry about you
From time to time
Are you home with your antiques and sparkling aged wine?
With bells at your doorway
Those good Catholic chimes?
A woman of golden stepped into my dream
She planted her garden
She cut down your tree
And now I’m so lonesome
Without misery
She’ll fly on by now and nest where she will
The scream of his silence
The hunter must stil.
Don’t leave me daydreams
But leave me she will
words and music by Bill Mumy
© So
Boss Music ASCAP
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