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In the quiet morning and in the hours that followed no one could repair there was much despair That poor girl tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale Rolled out on a mainline rail She once walked tight by my side Rolled in on a sea of disaster I'm sure she walked by you Torment from a child who knew Her striding steps could not deny That in the quiet morning and in the hour that followed no one could repair there would be despair That poor girl she cried out her song so loud it was heard the whole world round |
