I did my best but any positive critism will be most welcome!

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I spied you from a foreign window When the lilacs were in bloom And the sun shone through your window pane To the place you kept your books You were reading on your sofa You were singin' every prayer That the masters had instilled in you Since Lord Byron loved despair In the palace of the Lord In the palace of the Lord Bridge:

A^Cadd9nd if you get it right th^Dis time You don't have to come bac^Gk a^Cadd9gain ^G ^Cadd9 And i^Cadd9f you get it right th^Dis time There^Cadd9's no need to explain

I saw you from a foreign Bearing down the sufferin' road You were carryin' your burden You were singing about Rimbaud I was going down to Geneva When the Kingdom had been found I was giving you protection From the loneliness of the crowd In the palace of the Lord In the palace of the Lord They were giving you religion Breaking bread and drinking wine And you laid out on the green hills Just like when you were a child I saw you from a foreign window You were trying to find your way back home You were carrying your defects Sleeping on a pallet on the floor In the palace of the Lord In the palace of the Lord In the palace of the Lord