Now, Suzanna takes your hand and she leads you to the river. She is wearing rags and feathers from the Salvation Army counters. And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor. And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers. There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning, they are leaning out of love. And they will lean that way forever, while Suzanne holds the mirror.🏁
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Now, Suzanna takes your hand and she leads you to the river. She is wearing rags and feathers from the Salvation Army counters. And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor. And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers. There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning, they are leaning out of love. And they will lean that way forever, while Suzanne holds the mirror.🏁