| Madeline flows like the summer stream
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| She talks with her eyes, she moves in a dream
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| Serenity grows in a pasture of green, and Madeline flows
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| Abagail flies on a silver wing
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| She might let me go she might let me sing
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| Prosperity lies in a mountain of things, and Abagail flies
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| When you find her tell her you don’t mind the way that she crosses her legs
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| She winks to let you know
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| I only like to observe I don’t profess to know
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| Kira comes on like the morning sun
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| She opens her eyes, she looks out for fun
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| Affinity flies through a canyon of one, and Kira comes on
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| Tabatha walks in the pouring rain
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| She closes her eyes to block out the pain
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| Disparity flows through a river of shame, and Tabatha walks
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| When you find her tell her you don’t mind the way that she crosses her legs
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| She winks to let you know
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| I only like to observe I don’t profess to know
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| And in the garden of blue she’s coming back to you and the feeling is true
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| Oh Madeline won’t you tell me what your gonna do
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| And when you find her tell her you mind the way she crosses her heart |
| And says I hope to die
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| I guess I’ll never know you I guess I’ll never know why
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| And in the garden of blue she’s coming back to you and the feeling is true
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| Oh Madeline I never knew what you were going through |