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this song is for abigale at the top of the stairs
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she is blowing spit bubbles off into the air
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to her sweet mother helga who has showed us a walk
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the sounds of her coughing now rest in her coffin
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who is sinking along with the dirt
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may us all be so lucky to spend our days swimming in her
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this heart is for abigale she is shivering and cold
D A E
warm thoughts of her mother deep under the snow
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with handfulls of dirt in the air
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she said i will sow our limbs together if i have to
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and i'd like to set flames to all of those memories
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that place the spotlight over all of her injuries
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though we can exist with some otherlying symmetries
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though abigale will always stay the same
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just over and over and over and over and over
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