ST. ANN
Artis: Stars and Rabbit
It started with my buzzing ears
Ask for attention in such demand about a tale
A tale that needs to tell
She was a mother of bohemian
Curly hair scented patchouli flower
Under the maple creeper
Those moments felt peculiar
She was starring at the sky
Most of the time with her squinted eyes
Trying to compromise
She was sadden by the broken grass
Unfriendly air made the leaves don't last
Says the wind to her wise
The words may not all be the same
But we understand the difference that day
She was starring at the sky
Most of the time with her squinted eyes
Trying to compromise
She was sadden by the broken grass
Unfriendly air made the leaves don't last
Says the wind to her wise
And I was sitting there by surprise
This thing doesn't happen all time
Trying to apprehend
Between supper, French bread and wine
I know she will remain in my mind
Perfect idiom I can't define
I know she will remain in my mind
In my mind
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