Query me of woe and worry
Of sodden grief and silent fury
Sadly beyond medicinal cure
Nothing so easy - nothing so sure
Scary young dreams waltzed into the past
Soggy emotional residues last
Yet the sun of each new golden day comes
To pluck out the coldest of olden days from
The mind of a withering bewildered lone child
And open the world that her heart may run wild
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