| Spider-Gris caught Evangeline grinning
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| After one of his tales left her pretty head a spinning
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| As if to awake from some weaving dream
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| Lifting her spirit till it’s busting at the seam
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| «Your free falling reveries, sir, rescue me
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| From the deep end of doubt that puts vision to sleep
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| But do your wild thoughts simply break formation
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| On a wing and a prayer or sure navigation?»
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| «Ma'am, I have no delusions of prescient truth
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| And I call to account without prophecy or proof
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| But I propose a course from a simple observation:
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| Some roads are paved with conversation
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| 'Cause it takes two sides of a story
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| To make a tale of love and glory.»
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| Evangeline turned to Spider-Gris
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| And said, «The drag of apprehension is releasing me
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| You have shared a wealth of information
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| With pearls of wisdom and infectious revelation
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| That two sides of a story
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| Can make a tale of love and glory.»
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| Try to follow the bliss every step of the mile
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| Don’t break the trance
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| After all, what better way to wear the while
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| Won’t you take this dance?
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| He gazed into the palm of her outstretched hand
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| As if to read the future of a noble plan
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| Then looked into her eyes making welcome to the heart
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| And heard a door open that had kept them each apart
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| It takes two sides of a story
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| To make a tale of love and glory
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| It takes two sides of a story
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| To make a tale of love and glory |