In the shadows that she paints
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Lie the stories she can't tell
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But the trees she lights on fire
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And the colors cast a spell
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All the waiting it's been hard
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She picks at the food on her plate
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There's so much that he could give
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There's so much that he could take
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All her life she's looked up to the clouds
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For the rain to fall, break up this fallow ground
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One day soon she will be loved
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It's written deep within her fate
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And every generation gone
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Will gather round to celebrate
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From mouth to mouth will come the words
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Year to year and face to face
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From the hands down in the hurt
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And in her intensive grace
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She will raise the windows high
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Let the light come streaming in
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And though the wind will burn her eyes
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She will learn to breathe again
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All her life she's looked up to the clouds
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For the rain to fall, break up this fallow ground
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For the rain to fall, break up this fallow ground
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Na, na, na, na
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Na, na, na, na
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Na, na, na, na
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Emily's Rain
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Peter Bradley Adams |