In the bright red sky In the heat of an evening When only prisoners sleep She said she couldn't Come to the garden See an old man wheel She said her dreams What too far to be thought of As scars too white to view She said she couldn't Come to the garden See a blind man kneel She sailed away To a blue horizon In floating thoughts she'd sway She said she couldn't Come to the garden See an old man pray She wished them luck As they left on their journey Maybe she'd join them soon But she lost her grip At the tip of life's finger
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