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Emily took to flight |
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On see through wings of white |
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Over the seven seas careened |
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In beauty yet unseen |
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A withered rose of doom |
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Scattered all around |
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For the heavens to abound |
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And like the sweetest cream |
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With loveliness extreme |
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Emily went to play |
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On that sacred day |
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One love in red who loves darkness |
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One love in white who loves darkness |
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One love in black who loves darkness |
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One love supreme who loves darkness |
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One little butterfly who loves darkness |
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One billion angels love darkness |
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'Cause even God loves darkness |
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Emily went to play |
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When gold turned into clay |
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The morning drained the night |
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Of all beauty left in sight |
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Of not much more to see |
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She disappeared into the haze |
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In her own peculiar ways |
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And like the sweetest cream |
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With loveliness extreme |
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Emily went to play |
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On that sacred day |
