When I was a little girl the world was small to me
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All the light in my life filtered softly through the trees
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The shadows in the photographs
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Five ghosts who followed me
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I was only truly frightened once
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They called my name and said they wanted me
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Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die
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Oh, for one sweet second without the eye
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When I grew in age and fame and traveled through the world
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All the rives of the city like flags of blue unfurled
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Me pressed against the railing
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Me taken to a room
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Me breaking in the morning
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Dark with a sense of coming doom
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Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die
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Oh, for one sweet second without the eye
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Now I have grown old and all my grace and beauty gone
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Five ghosts surround my garden, I don't tell them to move on
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I walk deeper into shade now
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That dappled light again
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I see you standing at the gate
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My one and only friend
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Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die
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Oh, for one sweet second without the eye
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The Five Ghosts
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