My name is Leslie Anne Levine My mother birthed me down a dry ravine My mother birthed me far too soon Born at nine and dead at noon Fifteen years gone now I still wander this parapet And shake my rattle bone Fifteen years gone now I still cling to the petticoat Of the girl who died with me On the roofs above the streets The only love Ive knowns a chimney sweep Lost and lodged inside a flue Back in 1842 Fifteen years gone now I still wail from these catacombs And curse my mothers name Fifteen years gone now Still a wastrel mesallied Has brought this fate on me My name is Leslie Anne Levine Ive got no one left to mourn for me My body lies inside its grave In a ditch not far away Fifteen years gone now I still wander this parapet And shake my rattle bone Fifteen years gone now I still cling to the petticoat Of the girl who died with me
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