She thinks
of paper green
You never hear her holler
The tears no longer come
She reads her daily book of the past
x X X x X X X X X
Grey years that show
Xxx x X X X x
Can't be, but don't
She sees a daytime stroller
Walk from the night before
And though
She's got no saint to follow
She's got no place to go
X X x
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Grey years that show
x X X x
Can't be, but don't
x x X X x x
Nobody nobody
xxxx X X x X
nobody's gonna help you now.
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