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| She holds the umbrella in the rain, | ||
| and her shadow is plain to see | ||
| as if the sun shined brightly. | ||
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| The shadow follows her around, | ||
| but, in her eyes, it can't be found. | ||
| The shadow even follows her home. | ||
| Everyone has a shadow, you know. | ||
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| She holds the umbrella in the sun, | ||
| and the figure has begun to hide | ||
| the hard-hitting heat from her head. | ||
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| The shadow follows her around, | ||
| but, in her eyes, it can't be found. | ||
| The shadow has no where else to go. | ||
| Everyone has a shadow, you know. | ||
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| This Web site is copyrighted © 1998-2005 by Michael Hall | ||
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