Please be outside her holy womb, pull her hand carefully
At the door of every supermarket that appears Try to race against time
Ten things to be done, the first crystal made in the sun Fingernails
she watched them as if to sifter her own ashes
just hoping to record all the birthday songs for her daughter
until she was eighteen the woman was already dead the
father in prison patiently weaving all the ending
love, Not as everyone expects
you love her, like the smoke and tea
my mother was used to I always thought I'd understand that woman's life with her
eyes wide open in the dark to see
her sound asleep Though she's sure she'll hear it soon Another woman's key
or how this midnight is lonely and quiet
The woman and the man make love on the cold concrete floor
When she dies, they die together...
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