| She grew up in a nice big house
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| The walls were thick you could run about
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| It was given
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| White birds flew threw the thunderstorm
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| She was taught to fear nothing, and given a ribbon
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| To tie in her hair
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| And stone’s throw was all she could spare
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| A weakness took over that made her aware
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| Trouble descended on the tiny town
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| Unspeakable crimes and events began to happen
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| Reputations were ruined
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| Viewing each other through untrusting eyes
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| Everyone suspect even the children
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| With their angelic stares
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| And the rain continued to fall
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| She buttoned her petticoat up and stood tall
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| War began brewing in the countryside
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| Paranoia it spread, it was man’s poison
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| They passed the cup
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| Accounts traveled by word of mouth
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| Events conspired real or imagined
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| The situation worsened
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| The crows watched the scene from their perch on a wire
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| Hoping the contrast would birth a new desire
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| When Lady Peace finally answered her call
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| The horror subsided, and the cloud of fear was lifted
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| No one ever convicted
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| The willows rested their branches
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| The sheep grazed in silence on a little plot of Heaven
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| The souls had risen
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| And the birds resumed their beautiful song
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| And the ghosts began to right all their wrongs
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| Time, the great healer, softened the ground
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| History righted itself through future generations
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| The legacy forgotten
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| A fine white snow covered the land
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| All clues and signs of the past remained hidden
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| All was forgiven
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| She said I hear the clock ticking twice
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| Transforming shards of darkness into light
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| Murals in the street showing scenes from their lives
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| Grateful for being born in another time
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| Ooooh… ooohhh…aaahhhhh
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| Ooooh… ooohhh…aaahhhhh |