| Edith wharton’s lovely figurines
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| Still speak to me today
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| From their mantlepiece in time
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| Where they wrestle and they play
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| With passions and with prudences
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| Finances and fears
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| Her face and what its worth to her
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| In the passing of the years
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| See the portrait come to life
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| See the vanity behind
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| Cause in the struggle for survival
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| Love is never blind
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| Now, olivia lies under anasthesia
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| Her wit and wonder snuffed
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| In a routine operation
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| Her own beauty not enough,
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| Her passions and her prudences
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| Finances and fears
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| Her face, what it was worth to her
|
| In the passing of the years
|
| See the portrait come to life
|
| See the vanity behind
|
| Cause in the struggle for survival
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| Love is never blind
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| Edith whartons lovely figurines
|
| Still speak to me today
|
| From their mantlepiece in time
|
| Where they wrestle and they play
|
| We lie under anesthesia
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| Our wit and wonder snuffed
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| In our routine operations
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| Our own beauty not enough |