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Handsome Family Lyrics
"Poor, Poor Lenore"

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Poor, poor Lenore carried off by crows as she wandered
alone where the red oaks grow.
Black, black were their beaks twisted in her hair and
black were their wings whipping up through the
Fly, fly into the breeze, Lenore and the crows,
to the top of a dead tree where the heartbroken go.
Love, she fell in love with the grave digger's son
who was thin as the bow of his black violin.
Kiss, he kissed so hard her mouth filled with blood
then he left her to cry where the red oaks die.
This song is from the album "In The Air".