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Текст песни mott the hoople - Angel of Eighth Avenue

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(ian hunter)The willow in the wind is gently weepingNo city lights tonight for she is sleepingBut in a little while she will awake and gently smileMy angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning.Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turningShe moves my arm around cause she is burningShe has so much to give but so little time to liveMy angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning.As I look down the streets are slowly formingAnd the ladies of the night have start performingAnd the trash-collectors horn salutes the dawningAnd soon the workward bound will they wake up yawningAnd soft warm hands behind that give no warningTell me, for just one hour have I been learningI have so much to say but so little time to stayWith my angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morningWith my angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning

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