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All My Love's Laughter (Jimmy Webb) All My Love's Laughter All my love's faces She comes in the morning Her cloak in her arms She's following after The King of all Places And your tenderest warnin' Could bruise all her charm But don't lose your heart To that beautiful sinner Who walks without shining a light She stands in the shade And the sun is there in her But you'll never know til it's night All my love's softness, All my love's graces She carries all things In her tiny white glove She hides all her lostness In satins and laces And everyone says She's searching for sweet love But don't try to hold on To Satan's proud lady Who stands with her flock all alone on the hill Her stockings are hung And her eyes are so shady She's winning, and you never will.
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