Rivers flow winds blow
Upon the soil, high and low
But she drenches
Her dress and swollen her eyes
Wind dries her face
She is restless
Suffering from a disease
She opens her eyes
Sees the big stars and cry
She looks her palms
And murmurs something and parts her lips
Near there is no one
Yet she has gone insane
She looks at me and smiles
Hey! Baby, 'what has gone wrong? ‘
She says, "You can not understand? '
In my way wondering
I Keep my head scratching
If I were enough intelligent
And know the reason why she is so insane
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