Song for the day

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The thoughts of Mary Jane

Who can know
The thoughts of Mary jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain

Where she's been
And who she's seen
In her journey to the stars.
Who can know
The reasons for her smile
What are her dreams
When they've journeyed for a mile
The way she sings
And her brightly coloured rings
Make her the princess of the sky.
Who can know
What happens in her mind
Did she come from a strange world
And leave her mind behind
Her long lost sighs
And her brightly coloured eyes
Tell her story to the wind.
Who can know
The thoughts of Mary Jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain
Where she's been
And who she's seen
In her journey to the stars.

- Nick Drake

Comments

How do we know said…
So, last night, suddenly, I got this thing that I have to visit your blog again. And et viola! You wrote a new post yesterday! :) Wow!
Sunday, 08 November, 2020
A Arora said…
It is a new post but not my words. But good to know someone still comes here. 💗
Sunday, 08 November, 2020
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