When the last course has been consumed
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They withdraw to the drawing room
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Where the Schubert she plays with style
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Keeps her friends happy for the while
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But the memories are a burden,
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So she draws back both the curtains
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Stepping out into the night
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As the glow from the house recedes
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And their voices blend with the breeze
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She is free to be who she will
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Free to skip barefoot down the hill
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Maybe she is Neptune's daughter
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For she's drawn towards the water
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Stepping out into the night
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The water cold against her skin
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Conceals a multitude of sins
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And laughing like a little girl
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She enters an enchanted world
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Where seaweed girls with silver tails
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Play games upon the backs of whales
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They want her to come home with them
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They grab her legs and drag her
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Down again, down again
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Into the sea he strides
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And takes her in his arms
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And he carries her back to shore
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Neptune's Daughter
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The Divine Comedy |