Right now, she needs love...
Just some love.
It is a deep sadness...
A very very deep sorrow
With smooth skin and smokey thoughts,
She sits by the fire.
The embers stare back rudely.
The peace of the faded sky
and the sweep of old melodies...
Drag her away from her soul.
Into that melancholy.
Are you okay?, they ask.
She's always okay., they reply.
Give her some sweet love
to dry away the peace of sorrow.
Just some sweet sweet love.
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