Time won’t stand still
Though we arrive at perfection,
We age and fall ill
And know desolation.
We met across MySpace,
In a time that was magic
How we laughed as our mind’s raced,
Now Time stands still and tragic.
Oh. Sweet Mountain Laurel
Your brown braid hanging down
Oh, Eusthacia and Julia,
From you not a sound.
And where is that songstress
The elusive Blackbird,
Who wrote with finesse,
Such fine lyric words.
Only kind-hearted Elaine
Has hunted me down,
Though kicked in the brain,
She still wants me around.
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