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A traveler stops at the old inn yard It has been so many miles and it's been so hard I've grown silver as a widow since then And now a traveler's come to see me again He has the mouth of a river the face of a child But don't forget what he's hiding underneath his smile And that old silver splinter that he left inside of me Oh don't forget hmmm I could not walk it off Then he began and slow slowly I could feel his web beginning to undo me Slow rivers awoke in my shoulders and my legs Slow rivers awoke I was floating away And beauty is tired of playing dead And beauty is tired of hiding her head I go over to the window I go over to the window I could feel the droplets hanging on the edges of my leaves I could feel the tears coming and I couldn't believe I go over to the window I go over to the window And beauty is tired of playing dead Letras de cancionesAnd beauty is tired of hiding her head Yeah beauty is tired of playing dead Oh beauty is tired so tired So I gave up and sang along And rode off on the wings of a simple song... From Letras Mania