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Killing Me Softly
Looking through a cloudy windshield, Blurred by the pouring rain, I watch the deluge, listening To Roberta’s refrain.
She sings: “Strumming my fate with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words.”
The soft liquid world glides Over me, smothering my senses, And I am pulled back into her song, Releasing all pretenses.
Lady Flack hums through a bridge Then repeats the opening verse. Enchanted by the sound, I drift into her universe.
Lost on a rainy roadside, Somewhere else in time and space, Raindrops cloud my eyes As I feel her touch upon my face.
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