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There was lung-cold steel in the way |
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I feel without her |
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There were mystic eyes shinin' through the lies about her |
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Palmyra My actu'l grip on life was gone |
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I was livin' in my dream |
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When along came a man on a tortoise shell |
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The strangest |
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I did see |
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He said "come ride upon my back. Although the pace is slow I've no intention of turning back From where you want to go-ho" |
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And there was |
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Jessica, long and dark'ning |
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An under-rated queen |
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To laugh is fine |
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To fool, divine |
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But keep your thinking clean |
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And here Miranda stood much taller |
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Softly flowing grace |
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Why was the smirk now getting smaller |
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Painted on my face? |
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Palmyra |
