| Did she come around here, Sir?
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| Black hair, brown eyes
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| My beautiful Leah
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| She was always so needing
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| Said, 'I have no-one'
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| Even as I held her
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| She went out looking for someone
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| She only had nightmares,
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| And her sadness never lifted
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| And slowly over the years
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| Her lovely face twisted
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| Did she come around here, Sir?
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| I swear you would remember
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| Black hair, Brown eyes
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| Late September
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| October
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| November
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| December
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| It never leaves my mind
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| The last words she said
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| 'If I don’t find it this time,
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| Then I’m better off dead' |