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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 |
