Counting Crows On A Tuesday In Amsterdam Long Ago

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A picture of amsterdam
Bare trees under glass
Framed in the gray and white afternoon light
Of a winter long past
When I was a raiser
To dublin I'd roam
She was a bareback rider
Some miles from home
Come back to me
She's a carnival diver
Hung in the sky
Cutting through time like a memory
Strung on a wire
The color of anything
Fades in the air
But she is the film of a book of the story
Of the smell of her hair
Come back to me
When every thing's over
And every thing's clear
When everyone's older
And no one is here
I try to remember
A girl on a wire
Tumbling and diving above stephen's green
Like a kite on the air
Come back to me