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"My mother was obsessed by evil jealousy She didn't want nobody to even look at Molly She kept me locked up in this attic 'till I died Only four years old, my story left untold" Oh Molly! "Mother was struck by this infallible idea If she could paint my portrait I would remain immortal And I could hang downstairs above the fireplace A little girl in lace, not a single trace of crime" "Each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring For every stroke she painted a little life was ended At last I felt so weak I could not even speak But in that Fatal Portrait my spirit came to life again" Oh Molly! "That night I made the Portrait speak in evil tongue: 'You're gonna go beyond too, may pain and death bestow you' She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme While she burned the Portrait in the candle of fate" Oh Molly! "I've gotta se ma" |