Forty-Beats #35

cinderella sleep

 

So long ago, I don’t remember when
That’s when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees


I seen the sun comin’ up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste

She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place

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