| The first one was a young girl
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| Standing near the house
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| Gazing at the ashes
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| All went up in smoke
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| There was something about her
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| But no-one seemed to see
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| Her pale and fearful eyes
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| The way they stared at me
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| This gift, this strange gift
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| It made me see
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| This gift, this strange gift
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| It made me see;
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| The dead line up in front of me
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| The second was an old man
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| Lying stiff on his bed
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| He looked so peaceful
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| But the doctor shook his head
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| As he blew out the candles
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| There was silence all around
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| While I saw the old man rising
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| From his bed without a sound
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| This gift, this strange gift
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| It made me see
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| This gift, this strange gift
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| It made me see;
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| The dead line up in front of me
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| Last night I awoke
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| You were standing by my side
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| Motionless and frozen
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| With eyes open wide
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| Your lips were slowly moving
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| But they didn’t make a sound
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| Like mine three days ago
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| When they put you in the ground
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| This gift, this strange gift
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| It made me see
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| This gift, this strange gift
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| It made me see;
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| The dead line up in front of me
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| I can see the dead
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| I can see the dead |