flute song in the night a distant train sounds of loneliness their all the same... She camped alone, In forest sharp Pasted a sign that spoke "hey you" "don't park" One Moon, This Night, Could See Forever She tried to Look back, was told "No, Never" Dyeing fire glowing ember, A gust of wind blows Sparks... against the Van Slowly, pen, slips out of hand She has to stay, but should have ran. Onto the floor note book falls wide open Eyes are burning exhaust pipe choke'n She swallows Gin, Her heart is broken... Wants to Laugh ... but Her Smile's ... Still Broken... While all around The Lonely Crowd Amuse themselves With flashing light ... & sounds And their Loves Forgetfulness... Abounds |
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