call on that saint
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and the candle that burns
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keeping her safe
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until her return
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plaster and paint
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holding the fire
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a poor woman's saint
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holding all man's desire
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bold little bird
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fly away home
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could I but ride herd
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on the wind and the foam
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all of the souls
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that curl by the fire
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they never know
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all man's desire
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watercress clings
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to the banks of the stream
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in the first grip of spring
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when the snow melts to green
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barefoot and cold
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and holding a lyre
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by the side of the road
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holding all man's desire
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call on the saint
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when the white candle burns
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keeping her safe
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until her return
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St. Clare
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Suzanne Vega |