Fragments spinning in the waves
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The sea is dreaming of shining caves
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A drop of petal rings the bell
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In the corner of Heaven of my Little Nell
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Words from the vine and essence flow
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A teardrop turns in its fall to a glow
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And Thelma sings her sing song show
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To the mother that lost her before she did grow
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And her wintered feet now shim and shine
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As she sings from one to ninety-nine
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And her wintered feet now shim and shine
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As she sings from one to ninety-nine
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(Oo, mm)
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(Oo, mm)
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And her wintered feet now shim and shine
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As she sings from one to ninety-nine
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And her wintered feet now shim and shine
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As she sings from one to ninety-nine
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Thelma Sings To Little Nell
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| Peter Murphy |
