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She went off to the city |
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To find what she was looking for |
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To identify, to really try |
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To find herself some hope |
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With the summer sun for laughing |
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And the winter rain did pour |
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She was lovelier from learning |
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And from living, loving more |
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From her dancing love and young soul |
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And the gypsies in her dream |
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To the pulse of stark acceptance |
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When the winds began to freeze |
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With no curfews left to hold her |
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And no walls to shield her pain |
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Finding out that facts were older |
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And that life forms are insane. |
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The presence of protection seemed |
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To fade, as did her doubt |
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That she now was no exception |
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Nor was the love who pushed her out |
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Though the streets cried out, |
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Go, homesick |
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Virtues strength of mind would ring |
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In the maladies of meaning |
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The sad song she learned to sing. |
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Now, her teachers and philosophers |
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And the poet's silver throat |
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Are the vessels which on wisdom's karmic ocean she will float. |
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Was this her revolution, |
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Just a child in love's crusade, |
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With the question in her innocence |
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Through the lies her eyes betrayed? |
