| A lady came from London town
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| Her voice like water from a snowmelt stream
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| Shared her songs in drunken rooms
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| Never once sang out of tune
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| How wrestling stars ricochet, and carry on
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| Caught in time forever more, just 31
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| She said, motherless children have a hard time
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| When mother’s gone
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| But she left her baby girl alone
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| And nothing could be done
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| Nothing could be done
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| When her love and child went
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| Her heart hung heavy as a noose from a beam
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| She said herself, the wine it was drunk
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| I wonder if the dream it came back
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| How wrestling stars ricochet, and carry on
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| Caught in time forever more, just 31
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| She said, motherless children have a hard time
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| When mother’s gone
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| But she left her baby girl alone
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| And nothing could be done
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| Nothing could be done
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| How the raven’s arrival did ruin the mood
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| Of the lilacs blooming that pale spring day
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| When she came to be the light through the rain
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| Her melodies were all that remained
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| That remained, that remained |