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By Marissa Nadler, You were gone and I was gone
and all of the
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By Marissa Nadler, Sometimes you bring me flowers
a misery to me
and I
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By Marissa Nadler, (words by Edgar Allan Poe)
It was many and many a
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By Marissa Nadler, If I call your name at midnight
You would not
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By Marissa Nadler, Seven winter's past and gone
I once was young and
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By Marissa Nadler, Take her to the river
Call her a river-child
Take
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By Marissa Nadler, Photographs of your face
Against the wind, against the rain
I'm gonna
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By Marissa Nadler, She'd know in her time
She was young
A year
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By Marissa Nadler, I say to the day
We'll drop down to die
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By Marissa Nadler, (words by Pablo Neruda)
Hay tantos muertos
Y tantos malecones
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By Marissa Nadler, Every night without the light
Or brightly shining low
Silver trees and
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By Marissa Nadler, Gladly to your home again
Forgive me to the rain
It's true
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By Marissa Nadler, Lily was a maiden in the castle sea
They found her
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By Marissa Nadler, Without a lover
Without a friend
Without a saviour
Without
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By Marissa Nadler, Mr. John Lee knew about your family
You came when I
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By Marissa Nadler, Sooner or later
I will see you or something
When we talked
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By Marissa Nadler, Old love haunts me in the morning
La, da da da
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By Marissa Nadler, Mother, the stallions are running wild
Save me your evil
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By Marissa Nadler, Will you play your famous song
Your little song, your lovely
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By Marissa Nadler, Say hello to the sea
Or to the lonely water
Say hello
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By Marissa Nadler, And I was your undertaker
I was your highway girl
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By Marissa Nadler, The waves rush against the folds of my face
As
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By Marissa Nadler, Yellow lights are free and gladly
Light the shadow gray behind
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By Marissa Nadler, Tomorrow I'm gonna leave a bird on your grave
And say
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By Marissa Nadler, Up and down through what you thought would be your
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By Marissa Nadler, He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking
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By Marissa Nadler, So do you know I'm a dancer now?
With red painted
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By Marissa Nadler, It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing
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By Marissa Nadler, Winter was an island, child
Some of the friends
You had
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By Marissa Nadler, When you came into my town
Boy, I gave to thee
