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When the last course has been consumed |
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They withdraw to the drawing room |
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Where the schubert she plays with style |
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Keeps her friends happy for the while |
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But the memories are a burden, |
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So she draws back both the curtains |
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Stepping out into the night |
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As the glow from the house recedes |
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And their voices blend with the breeze |
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She is free to be who she will |
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Free to skip barefoot down the hill |
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Maybe she is neptune's daughter |
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For she's drawn towards the water |
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Stepping out into the night |
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The water cold against her skin |
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Conceals a multitude of sins |
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And laughing like a little girl |
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She enters an enchanted world |
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Where seaweed girls with silver tails |
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Play games upon the backs of whales |
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They want her to come home with them |
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They grab her legs and drag her |
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Down again, down again |
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Into the sea he strides |
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And takes her in his arms |
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And he carries her back to shore |
