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The first one was a young girl, |
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Standing near the house. |
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Gazing at the ashes, |
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All went up in smoke. |
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There was something about her, |
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But no-one seemed to see. |
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Her pale and fearful eyes, |
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The way they stared at me. |
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This gift, this strange gift, |
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It made me see. |
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This gift, this strange gift, |
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It made me see; |
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The dead line up in front of me. |
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The second was an old man, |
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Lying stiff on his bed. |
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He looked so peaceful, |
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But the doctor shook his head. |
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As he blew out the candles, |
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There was silence all around. |
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While I saw the old man rising, |
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From his bed without a sound. |
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This gift, this strange gift, |
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It made me see. |
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This gift, this strange gift, |
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It made me see; |
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The dead line up in front of me. |
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Last night I awoke, |
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You were standing by my side. |
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Motionless and frozen, |
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With eyes open wide. |
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Your lips were slowly moving |
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But they didn't make a sound. |
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Like mine three days ago |
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When they put you in the ground. |
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This gift, this strange gift, |
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It made me see. |
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This gift, this strange gift, |
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It made me see; |
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The dead line up in front of me. |
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I can see the dead. |
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I can see the dead. |
