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They had problems with their father's law. |
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They sleep in the back of a feminist bookstore. |
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The Clarke |
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Sisters The eldest sister keeps a midnight vigil. |
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The youngest sister she's not spiritual. |
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The Clarke |
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Sisters. Their steel grey hair, their lovely steel grey hair. |
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The Clarke |
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Sisters. Why don't |
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I introduce you |
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I'm sure they won't mind. |
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But don't you dare, laugh at their collections |
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Handed down, handed down for love. |
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The middle sister gets her period blood. |
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The flood of love. |
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The flood of love. |
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The Clarke |
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Sisters. Their steel grey hair, their lovely steel grey hair. |
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The Clarke |
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Sisters. The afternoon world, the bees have stung the softball girls. |
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The midnight world, the crystal ball down the wooden hall. |
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The treehouse stands, their early childhood, were treehouse plans. |
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And right above, |
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The Clarke |
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Sisters, handed down to love. |
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Handed down to love. |
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Handed down to love. |
