Lynne
A black goat whispered,
"Get off of the white line; catch the dark gray train!"
A cat beside asked,
"Where are you headed?
You're soon to die around here!"
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Holding my red wrist,
I'm alone, wandering, a rootless weed
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I drink down stale water For the next station...
Once again, love me,
however you can
There's no train back
anywhere to be found
Tell me, darlin',
darlynne, darlin'
I felt I heard a voice...
or so I thought
A wilted flower whispered,
"No feeling, no feeling,
heart speaking of gloomy evenings"
♥
When the cicadas'
cries went away,
The line split, red and downward
No entry, kicked away
The wild shadows slowly come spilling out...
"I can't see,"
I cry, I cry
I'm just searching
for my thoughts
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♥
Tell me, darlin',
darlynne, darlin'
Where does the life of an unringing phone go?
The boiling,
seething belt line
There's nothing here,
there's no last stop
Sounding on the left, the left,
the right
The sound of a railway crossing,
kan- kara- rindo
The crows speak, the crows speak,
"You know you can't ever go back to then!"
"You've already become an adult..."
Once again, love me,
however you can
Take this neverending lifelynne,
and cut it into pieces
Goodbye,
darlin',
darlynne,
darlin'
On that day,
I became an adult
I constantly think,
together, alone,
never being able to take back
the words I've lost
Goodbye, darlin',
darlynne, darlin'
And 'round and 'round
the belt line I go...
"Pitifully lonely, go on foot, girl..."