My name is Leslie Anne Levine
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My mother birthed me down a dry revine
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My mother birthed me far too soon
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Born at nine and dead at noon
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Fifteen years gone now
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I still wander this parapet
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And shake my rattle bone
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Fifteen years gone now
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I still cling to the petticoats
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Of the girl who died with me
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On the roofs above the streets
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The only love I've known's a chimney sweep
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Lost and lodged inside a flue
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Back in 1842
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Fifteen years gone now
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I still wail from these catacombs
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And curse my mother's name
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Fifteen years gone now
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Still a wastrel mesallied
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Has brought this fate on me
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My name is Leslie Anne Levine
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I've got no one left to mourn for me
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My body lies inside its grave
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In a ditch not far away
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Fifteen years gone now
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I still wander this parapet
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And shake my rattle bone
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Fifteen years gone now
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I still cling to the petticoats
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Of the girl who died with me
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Leslie Anne Levine
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| The Decemberists |
