She lives in a high room
Horizon far away each day
She crys with the new moon
Silver tears
A way to fly away
No locket for to stay
For a poppet rather frayed.
She strives for the lost caused
St.Jude his grave lay over grown
And she wanders the sea shore
Shares the tides yet tides they know
Nowheres ever home
Everthings on loan
Just a pocket for to stay
For a poppet rather frayed.
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