Текст песни
No
longer
the
sensual
item
Reflecting
the
beauty
of
the
day
Now
there
are
children
all
around
her
Listening
to
what
she
has
to
say
She
tells
them
the
stories
of
their
folklore
Remnants
of
love,
a
garden
rose
Innocence
listen
to
her
stories
She
says
to
them
no
one
really
knows
How
could
you
call
my
name
and
say
I'm
with
you
No
one
ever
asks
my
point
of
view
Still
you
make
decisions
that
you
feel
Convincing
others
that
we
need
the
new
Murals
painted
everywhere
in
sight
Man
is
still
the
eagle's
only
plight
Trixie
plays
discovering
the
new
No
one
ever
asks
our
point
of
view
Skyrockets
burst
into
the
future
Go
to
the
islands
in
the
sky
This
woman
is
watching
by
the
window
A
touch
of
humor
in
her
eye
Her
ideas
abandoned
for
the
children
Easy
to
start,
so
hard
to
stop
The
tricks
of
the
man
she
knows
is
her
man
A
touch
of
humor
in
her
eyes
No
longer
the
sensual
item
Reflecting
the
beauty
of
the
day
Now
there
are
children
all
around
her
Listening
to
what
she
has
to
say
Skyrockets
burst
into
the
future
Go
to
the
islands
in
the
sky
This
woman
is
watching
by
the
window
A
touch
of
humor
in
her
eye
How
could
you
call
my
name
and
say
I'm
with
you
No
one
ever
asks
my
point
of
view
Still
you
make
decisions
that
you
feel
Convincing
others
we
need
the
new
Murals
painted
everywhere
in
sight
Man
is
still
the
eagle's
only
plight
Trixie
plays
discovering
the
new
No
one
ever
asks
his
point
of
view
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