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Emily Shore 1819-1839 From the album Milk and Scissors [INTRO] G [VERSE 1]
She'd been cGoughing up blood since the dogwoods blEmoomed SCeventeen that spring and confDined to her rEmoom At nGight her heart pounded against her chEmest DeCath, like a bird, was buDilding its nEmest
[CHORUS]
And sDo, on the last day of Amher short life, CEmily called for her fGather's penknife She sDawed at her head till the flAmoor pooled with hair and brCaided a watch chain for Emfather to wear
[VERSE 2]
She'd lGaughed at the graveyard on one sip of wEmine and kCept a pet duck till the cDat crushed its spEmine But, wGaltzing one night in a red velvet drEmess, she nCoticed a whistling dDown in her cEmhest
[CHORUS]
And sDo, on the last day of Amher short life, CEmily called for her fGather's penknife She sDawed at her head till the flAmoor pooled with hair and brCaided a watch chain for Emfather to wear
[VERSE 3]
PrGopped up on pillows, she watched the snow fEmall, tCrying to picture an eDnd to it Emall By sprGing there'd be picnics and merry-go-rEmounds, bCut she'd be nothing but bDones in the grEmound
[CHORUS]
And sDo, on the last day of Amher short life, CEmily called for her fGather's penknife She sDawed at her head till the flAmoor pooled with hair and brCaided a watch chain for Emfather to wear
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