TONIGHT A GIRL WILL WANDER INTO HER GRAVE.
With woollen shawl around her neck.
She will stumble upon a sanctuary
Like you stumble upon a clock
Ticking in the market square.
She will come home.
She will not cry nor scream.
On her head the graves will shift.
A volcano will erupt.
A mob of her emotions will revolt
She will lie.
She will cry and sleep.
She will ride a horse across a river.
So she will ride and bring a woman home.
She will ask a thousand questions in one breath.
She won't hear what she won't see.
Her mother's tear the form of a dew.
She will be there when you fall.
She’ll hold you to her chest and bring you home
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