One day I met an orphan drear Her hair was the color gold I took her hand and led her down To where the ground was cold To where the ground was cold She smiled at me a smile so sweet A smile I returned A full moon bled on our sorrow bed It bled a light that burned my skin It bled a light that burned Oh tell me please that I will see That orphan girl again No, youll never see That orphan girl again No I touched my finger to her face My finger it was cold Upon her blushing cheeks I placed My fingers and my kisses and my hands Then mingle I did word astray That girl of a single mind How often dear did you turn away? How often did we lie? How often did we lie? The shells beneath the water deep A pillow for her her hair Oh I watched that orphan girl of mine grow drear Cold I sang to sleep that orphan girl No never did she wake, oh Im waitin for her memory to fade Slow
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