Still Life - Nancy Lee Baxter,Bill Pezzimenti

    I did not disturb
    his nights without words
    I left him still
    against my will
    his hand held a plea
    I know It's my pride
    that keeps me outside
    his quiet flights
    he says he's sad tonight
    I'm sadder than he

    Acting out my charade
    our love was delayed
    for a moment
    love Is a moment
    that leaves me afraid
    when our lives are exchanged
    or seem rearranged for another
    a distant lover never is real
    never is real

    I did not disturb
    his nights without words
    I left him still
    against my will
    his hand held a plea
    I know it's my pride
    that keeps me outside
    his quiet flights
    he's flying low tonight
    a still life in me

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