I am thinking of someone
who is missing the sun
I am thinking that it all has begun
and she sits, she sits awhile
waiting in the grass
missing the sun
far away sands call out her name
and the streets of her youth are tracks
that are seen in mirrors, darkly
the streets of her youth
her beauty masked by design
theres a tramp stamp where a smile should have been
and she wears her smile like a queen
she thinks I’m her silver messiah
but I’m only a dream
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