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The office clock has folded up its hands Blue folders sleep beneath a brass I pour one glass from a crystal decanter And
let the quiet make the evening grand A tailored chair a window dressed in rain Old wood and leather hold the days remains No need to chase what hurried people borrow Peace has a value no account can name I keep the finest thing tonight A little room a little light No one to answer
nowhere to be Just my own company keeping me The saxophone leans softly through the hall A dusty photograph still knows us allread a page then watched the seconds wander Some nights are richest
when they ask for small I keep the finest thing tonight A little room a little light No one to answer nowhere to be Just my own company
keeping me Let the polished table catch the glow Let the old regrets arrive and go I have learned the heart can rest in silence When it stops demanding more to know I keep the finest thing tonight A quiet room a little light Nothing missing nothing owed to me Just my own company keeping me The office sleeps and so do I Beneath the calm of a velvet sky
