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Amos Tori For Emily Wherever I May Find Her Live

lamplight, I held your hand. And when I awoke and felt you warm and near, I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears. Oh, I love you, girl. Oh,

I dream I had, pressed in organdy, Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy, Softer than the rain. I wandered empty streets down past the shop displays. I