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Lily lived in a farmhouse at the edge of town |
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Long black braids like anchor chains |
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How they weighed her down |
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Dark eyes, pale skin |
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Mean dad, she was my second grade friend |
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My very best friend |
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She had four older brothers that I sometimes dreamed about |
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Mennonite children like wild indians |
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In a one room schoolhouse |
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At sixteen she ran away |
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Married, her first chance to escape |
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Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hair |
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Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were |
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Princess of the field and daughter of the moon |
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Oh Lily |
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A lifetime later I passed through Buffalo and found her house |
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Same sweet Lily was looking through the eyes |
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Of the woman I was talking to now |
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She gave me a rose she made |
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Of silk and memories of a lost yesterday |
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Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hair |
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Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were |
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Princess of the field and daughter of the moon |
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Oh Lily |
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Two silhouettes in the afternoon |
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Princess of the field and daughter of the moon |
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Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hair |
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Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were |
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Princess of the field and daughter of the moon |
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Oh Lily |
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Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hair |
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Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were |
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Princess of the field and daughter of the moon |
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Oh Lily |
