Written by Neil Diamond And her eyes Hurt the way they do Almost like they'd seen Almost like they knew And her words Soft as they could be Tied me to her soul And couldn't set me free And the night That held us in its arms It held us once again But even then I knew this time That I would decline Sweet Rosemary's Wine Lately I Seem to be inclined More to being cold Less to being kind And I suppose That I've been less than true Being what I am What was I to do? So I drink The sweetness of her soul And drink it once again But even then I guess I'd known That I would decline Sweet Rosemary's wine
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