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Once Saw
I once saw a woman
her hair made of gold,
decorated with every shining thing,
hanging from a curtain chord.
At the wake her choir sang
words they didn't know.
Her eyes were wide open
but still very closed,
the blue a silver lining
now it showed.
I once saw a prince
at the top of his game
selling tickets but nobody came.
Even with all his riches
it was his one secret shame.
He died all the same.
I once saw a man
in my mirror
whose face looked
awfully familiar.
There were alot more
lines than I remember.
I hope I don't have
another September.
I once saw a pauper
whose hair was falling out
and he didn't seem to mind.
His blue a silver lining
that acted alive,
more sick than I ever knew.
He coughed hard and fell down
and I laughed.
It's sadly true.
