I saw your daughter yesterday
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as I was idle on the porch
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she slept-walked from your house down the walkway
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as though she'd done it all before
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and the moon was out
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and in her gown beside the riverbed
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she got down on her knees
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and wrapped her long hair up in vines, and leaves, and branches
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and with the wind beneath her feet
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oh, she waltzed with the dead
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and everything was bathed
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in light white as milk
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as the impossible began
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she danced across the water's edge
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but her feet, they didn't sink
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as though she flew
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I ran out in the water
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with a lantern in my hand
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I was waste deep and shivering
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I took her wrist and walked her in
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I was loathe to interrupt her
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but I had to get her home
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if people were to see this, they'd gather up, raise hell and burn her alive
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don't you mind, don't you mind
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she'll be fine
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tie a bell around her ankle
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before she lays down at night
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and the sound of her footsteps
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will wake me in time
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don't you mind, don't you mind
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I'll watch over her
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as though she were mine
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The Dead Waltz
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Radical Face |