Did you see her walking ?
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Did she come around here, sir ?
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Black hair, brown eyes
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My beautiful leah
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She was always so needing
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Said "I have no-one"
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Even as I held her
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She went out looking for someone
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Looking for someone
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She only had nightmares
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And her sadness never lifted
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And slowly over the years
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Her lovely face twisted
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Did she come around here, Sir?
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I swear you would remember
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Black hair, brown eyes
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Late september
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October, November, December
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It never leaves my mind
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The last words she said
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If I don't find it this time
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Then I'm better off dead
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My Beautiful Leah
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P J Harvey |