Sunday



It’s been how long?

I am a lady with a soul.
Softer than river water
Cold as the old man next door.
The birds here, they sing.
The songs we hear are different
From what they hear.
The stars seem farther away from
This point of view.
That’s alright, that’s ok.
I got my horse and my hay
And we will have a great night.

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