By distant moon
Date: 4 December 2000
05. The Blends
She seemed to much to dispose of in her old age, feebled mind thinks
Lightly playing on the words, hoping for a change, in her ways
She had accepted
She had accepted fate, for all it was, cracked up to be
And she'd laugh, until she felt the stitches
She'd laugh, until her face turned blue
She'd cry, when all the laughter left her
She'd sigh, when all was finally through
She had no motive
Just her favorite coffee blend
Staring politely
Until I'd notice my problem
And in the end it wasn't me but it was her, or so it seemed
And that's what she'd say, till the day she died
And she'd laugh, until she felt the stitches
She'd laugh, until her face turned blue
She'd cry, when all the laughter left her
She'd sigh, when all was finally through
So as I departed, she had just started, to shake violently
And as my head turned, to say my last goodbye, she fell to the floor
She had seized the moment, she had seizured, her body had seized her soul
And here I am standing with my back to my whole world...
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