Well, the diamond fades quickly when matched to the face of Maria
All the harps, they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky
The brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall
Oh, the diamond fades quickly when matched to the face of Maria

That spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her eyes
She stands all around me, her hands slowly sifting the sunshine
All the laughter that lingers down deep near
Her smiling is free
Well, it spins and it whirls like a hummingbird
Lost in the morning
Then caresses the south wind
And silently sails to the sea
All the sculptures stand striking
And the artist, he throws away his brushes
When her image comes dancing
The sun, she turns sullen with shame
And the bird's day goes south and south
The wind stops, she's sad, mournful, singing
When the trees of the forest start gently to whispering her name
So softly she wanders
I'll desperately follow her footsteps
And I'll chase after shadows
That offer a trace of her sight
Oh, they promise eternally
That she lies hidden within them
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...
...
But I find they've deceived me, and sadly I bid them good-bye.
So the serpent slides slowly away with his moments of laughter.
And the old washerwoman has finished her cleaning and gone.
But the bamboo hangs heavy in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams.
And the lonely child, lonely, looks for a place to belong.
THE END