i thought she'd be there picking daisies -- she always waits for me
she thinks she's missed the train to mars
she's out back counting stars
she thinks she's missed the train to mars
she's out back counting stars
2002-11-19
Rachel
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'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
-- T.S. Eliot
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