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Once upon a time I was Ophelia
But patience smiled upon me in my woe
I never did go swimming with the flowers
Though frail of mind, delirious and cold.
I woke one day to find my fate accepted,
A million grains of sand blew past my face...
The stream of tears all dried, the river cracking,
And parched, I tried to fill the holes with clay.
I crawled on hands and knees straight up the valley,
Then down again, not certain who had won.
The seasons changed, the journey never ending
'Til earth again revolved around the sun.
Now walking through the doors I closed behind me,
I welcomed in the sunlight through the glass,
Though burn it will, thought I, I'd rather chance it,
Then wallow solitary sans repast.
One evening tragic news collapsed before me,
A touchy tale of Error never slain,
And I, confused, still wonder if that snake
Will turn around and rear her head again.
But time passed on and still the world was spinning,
The fairer folk fell from the sky with snow,
Distracted, I crept out to play along...
The world an eerie white did smiles bestow.
I sauntered calmly into such temptation,
A ruby lock, an elevator smile,
And parch-ed still, I drank, enthusiastic
'Til feeling whole at last... or for a while.
Another bomb did drop upon my doormat,
A billet-doux from whence the river starts.
My comfort drowning with the rising tide,
And hope again gave faith to broken hearts.
Then patience blew away with springtime winds,
Her feathers paused to tickle hunger's whims,
So quietly we played, on angry violins
And melted into one again, happy for our sins.
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