| Lily lived in a farmhouse at the edge of town
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| Long black braids like anchor chains
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| How they weighed her down
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| Dark eyes, pale skin
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| Mean dad, she was my second grade friend
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| My very best friend
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| She had four older brothers that I sometimes dreamed about
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| Mennonite children like wild indians
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| In a one room schoolhouse
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| At sixteen she ran away
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| Married, her first chance to escape
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| Oh Lily, why’d you have to cut your hair
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| Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were
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| Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
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| Oh Lily
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| A lifetime later I passed through Buffalo and found her house
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| Same sweet Lily was looking through the eyes
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| Of the woman I was talking to now
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| She gave me a rose she made
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| Of silk and memories of a lost yesterday
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| Oh Lily, why’d you have to cut your hair
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| Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were
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| Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
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| Oh Lily
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| Two silhouettes in the afternoon
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| Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
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| Oh Lily, why’d you have to cut your hair
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| Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were
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| Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
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| Oh Lily
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| Oh Lily, why’d you have to cut your hair
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| Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were
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| Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
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| Oh Lily |