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Out of the fire like Catholic saints |
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Come Scarlett and her deep complaint |
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Mimicking tenderness she sees |
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In sentimental movies |
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A celluloid rider comes to town |
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Cinematic lovers sway |
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Plantations and sweeping ballroom gowns |
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Take her breath away |
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Out in the wind in crinolines |
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Chasing the ghosts of Gable and Flynn |
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Through stand-in boys and extra players |
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Magnolias hopeful in her auburn hair |
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She comes from a school of southern charm |
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She likes to have things her way |
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Any man in the world holding out his arm |
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Would soon be made to pay |
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Friends have told her not so proud |
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Neighbors trying to sleep and yelling "not so loud" |
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Lovers in anger "Block of Ice" |
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Harder and harder just to be nice |
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Given in the night to dark dreams |
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From the dark things she feels |
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She covers her eyes in the X-rated scenes |
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Running from the reels |
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Beauty and madness to be praised |
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It is not easy to be brave |
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To walk around in so much need |
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To carry the weight of all that greed |
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Dressed in stolen clothes she stands |
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Cast iron and frail |
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With her impossibly gentle hands |
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And her blood-red fingernails |
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Out of the fire and still smoldering |
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She says "A woman must have everything" |
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Shades of Scarlett Conquering |
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She says "A woman must have everything" |
