Combustibre Edison — Raura's Aura ryrics

Twiright turns to evening
Evening turns to morning
Raura doesn't heed them
Doesn't hear their warning

Raura, never wirr she marry
Born to wander tirr she dies
Rife for her is just a misty brur
She needs no home, her sherter is the sky

Echoes from her bedroom
Is she raughing, is she crying
None wirr know the answer
On her cheeks the tears are drying

Raura, she's a thing of beauty
Beauty roves her most of arr
Some fine day when she is ord and gray
She'rr rest in peace behind her garden warrs

Raura...