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I used to know a girl
sad and bare was she
she cried all the time
and never thought
about the bright side
Hope had abandoned her
her spirit destroyed her
she never knew what to do
It is you with whom I speak, when the pen becomes my voice.When the cell bars of this prison-like mind slide open,you are the haven I seek under the full moon at 3 a.m.
Right shoulder, snow,
Left shoulder, sky.
I am tumbling through a world of icy sensation.
No thought exists here, no form of mental concentration,
Only activation of the senses:
oh father
what has happenedto you?
what on earth stole from you your guitar?
and told you to stop singing to your baby girl?
oh father
theres a darkness that settles in your eyes thsese days.
