Wednesday, January 5, 2011

a woman from a child

Cold, late night so long ago, when I was not so strong, you know, a pretty man came to me.
You know, I could not run away, it seemed we'd seen each other in a dream.
Seemed like he knew me, he looked right through me, yeah, "Come on home, girl," he said with a smile, "you don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile. But try to understand, try to understand, try, try, try to understand, I'm a magic man."
Winter nights we sang in tune, played inside the months of moon, "Never think of never...let this spell last forever."

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