Lola Aglialoro

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When Lola was born the First World 
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War
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Had only just ended 3 years before
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In ’77 she took a flight
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She told a reporter who asked her 
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that it was alright
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2002 is the year that she died
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She lived in Manhattan on the 
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Upper West Side
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If you look on the web that’s 
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almost all that will show
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There once was a Lola       
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Aglialoro

[Verse 2]
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She always said she was from England
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But after she died I learned she 
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came from the mainland
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The last Kindertransport was the 
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one shе was on
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And she spent her youth thеn being 
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bombed in London
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She met a soldier, followed him back
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How many kids she raised, who 
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could keep track
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Only 2 of her own, but so many 
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others would follow
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My nanny Lola       Aglialoro

[Verse 3]
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She always said she never had
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A problem with the gangsters they 
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said were so bad
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She would laugh loudly, as she 
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often did
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Saying I knew all the gangsters 
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when they were wee kids
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She said not one child should be 
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forsaken
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Maybe because her own childhood 
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had been taken
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A woman of joy, a woman of sorrow
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A lady named Lola       Aglialoro

[Verse 4]
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As I grew up I still kept in touch
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With this woman who had affected so
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 many so much
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My lady of laughter, my mother of 
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mirth
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Who seemed to know so deeply what 
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laughter was worth
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There’s no Stumbling Stone to 
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recall when she came
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And she long ago changed both her 
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first and last name
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But now there’s a song so someone 
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out there might know
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There was once a Lola       
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Aglialoro