| The church bells ring out morning glory
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| When summer bends to the winter’s rage
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| Emily walks through the cemetery
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| Passed a dog in an unmarked grave
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| The old girl hobbles, nylons sagging
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| Talks to her sisters in the ground
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| I saw a lie in the mirror this morning
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| I heard a prophesy all around
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| And Emily they come and go
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| The shadows and the distant sounds
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| But Emily don’t be afraid
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| When the weight of angels weighs you down
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| Emily prays to a faded hero
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| In a little frame clutched to her gown
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| Hears the voice of promise in his memory
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| Tonight’s the night they let the ladder down
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| In a cage sits a gold canary
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| By a wicker chair and a rosewood loom
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| As a soul ascends abord the evening
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| Canary sings to an empty room |