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Dorothy of the island, |
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Dove down, dove down deep, |
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Silenced all the brave world, |
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And now she sleeps. |
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Her two sons left behind above, |
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Living in a cabin with their dad, |
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Who loves them. |
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Motherless children have a hard time, |
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When their mother is dead, |
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Motherless children have a hard time, |
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When their mother is dead. |
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Dorothy of the island, |
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Fell into a well inside her head, |
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Maybe it was something in her blood, |
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That poisoned her instead. |
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The truth is she could not, |
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Be saved. |
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The hermits in the city, |
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Mark a grave. |
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Motherless children have a hard time, |
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When their mother is dead. |
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Motherless children have a hard time, |
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When their mother is dead. |
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I've known the cold, the loneliness, the walking snowy lips of blue, |
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Surely nothing like the chill that Dorothy of the island knew, |
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So let us pull the curtains wide, and watch the pouring of the morning light, |
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So let us pull the curtains wide, and watch the pouring of the mourning light. |
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Motherless children have a hard time, |
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When their mother is dead, |
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Motherless children have a hard time, |
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When their mother is dead. |
