Abandoned by all her admirers,
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wild White Shadow Waltz
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stands alone on a stair down the hall,
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just one slip from a trip and a fall.
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In a cold morning, holding her lighter,
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wan White Shadow Waltz stirs, sputters,
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and stalls. Then wakes, wavers
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and walks right through her prison walls.
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She says, "The doorbell is ringing.
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Go see who it is.
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Our little island's sinking into mist..."
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A day came. A night went. It lightened.
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An animal broke his way out,
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moped through a scattering crowd,
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and crawled back into his circus shell.
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And circling the zoo's screaming clients
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was White Shadow Waltz,
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deaf to their torn breaths and calls.
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(Wait, take a look closer... he's hardly moving at all.)
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She says, "There's someone is knocking,
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go see who it is.
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Our little world is shaking...
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I guess our little world is breaking..."
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In the presence of all our despisers
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we'll falter and crawl to the bed.
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The world is a black shadow bled.
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And what is this tune in my head?
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She says:
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"It's just the white wind when it whimpers."
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"It's just the black rain when it squalls."
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"It's just white meat whistling a waltz."
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"It's just nine hands wiping a white shadow off the walls."
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White Shadow Waltz
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| Okkervil River |
