| Go to sleep, my little pink-eyed daughter
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| Hush now
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| All is sewn
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| My daughter
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| All that bleeds is wind and reeds
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| My daughter
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| Dreams of clouds opening clean
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| Drifting forth in fearless flight
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| Songs and sweet on you can hear them now
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| We pray for forgiveness
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| I only reap what my father sowed
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| Brother, sisters, we bowed
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| Every little bump under his flesh
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| Our backs are wilted like a rose
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| How was I to know we were only throwing stones
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| Once only Romy and I traveled to find my heart
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| Beating rough, as the earth’s glass mountain
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| Like maggots, they poured from the dog oh how
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| Bright lavas poured from the other one
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| Bright lavas poured from the other one
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| Hold now, I see through the foliage
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| A smoke that is homesick and wrong
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| I know there’s songs in the college
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| Bright lavas poured, from the other one
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| Bright lavas poured, from the other one
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| Hide behind the bookshelves
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| Hide with all your might
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| Might you
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| Sit between the veils
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| And transcend into light |