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She's mrs macabrette |
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she paints the lamps with black |
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she spreads chrysanthenums on her steps |
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three black plumes on her hat |
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glass buttons on her breast |
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the cypress bows down on her step |
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she's mrs macabrette |
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she makes love with the cats |
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and talks only with herself |
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dead leaves patch up her dress |
| [01:09] |
the ivy climbs up her legs |
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...Even the birdsong looks so sad! |
| [01:38] |
She burns the photographs of her marriage |
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to light another cigarette |
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Where her tears fell one day |
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now grows the weeping willows |
| [02:06] |
now cuts her lips instead |
| [02:57] |
Where her tears fell one day |
| [03:02] |
now grows the weeping willows |
| [03:06] |
now cuts her lips instead |
| [02:09:30] |
so nobody will be able to snatch a smile from her |
| [03:10:30] |
so nobody will be able to snatch a smile from her |
