Her feet drag along, she’s humming a song
Hauling her stick by the way
Her hair is a mess and so is her dress
The way she intends to stay
She opens wide, sticks her finger inside
Then holds it to the sky
She looks around and laughs out loud
Why’d she even try
She knows damn well. The wind needn’t tell
What she’s always known
She drops her stick and runs real quick
She’s headed for her home
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