Margareet, when you rolled into town
All us peasants came out to greet the day
Cause it follows you, babe
Every misguided step you take
It follows you babe
Like the lamb follows little Mary:
Through the fields of flowers
And the April-showers, which fall
All around this town
Why must all mothers tether
Their dreams to their daughters
To float and follow
Like useless bouquets of balloons
Follow children
Bright and buoyant
Empty tombs
And Margareet, when you moved out of town
And stole the dawn, we all just went insane
Trying to find some other place
Where we could all go to get laid
Feathers formed of dollar bills we glide
A specie of raptor, surveying the night
We are lank weeds outgrowing gardens and vines
Festooning walls of time
Yeah, we degrade our own
Delineations
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