She emerges from a swamp
The muck slides from her arms
The water ripples all around
There she is alone and cold
It is another time she left
That she left something behind
The alligators were already dead
There were dolls floating around
Eyes popping out as if lost
She found her way to the cement
The were question marks
The were fox holes
And giant dolls
A slight breeze touches her cheek
It is a beautiful day
The city lights touch her eyes
Everything will be alright.
The muck slides from her arms
The water ripples all around
There she is alone and cold
It is another time she left
That she left something behind
The alligators were already dead
There were dolls floating around
Eyes popping out as if lost
She found her way to the cement
The were question marks
The were fox holes
And giant dolls
A slight breeze touches her cheek
It is a beautiful day
The city lights touch her eyes
Everything will be alright.
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