| Every day she walks down to river at noon
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| I will never be young anymore, she says
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| How bout you?
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| Are we the same or
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| Do you have one more
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| Reason to stay here
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| Chipping away at the tide?
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| She’s been wrestling with questions that offer no choice
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| Conversations that drum in the monotone of her voice
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| Oh why
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| Do I keep chipping away at
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| The darkness that fills every day with
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| No change in sight anywhere?
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| Phoenix falling the angels are calling me home
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| Children come running to
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| See the lady who stands on the bridge, will she jump
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| Or will she die
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| All alone in the night
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| Just the tears in her eyes and the dust on her clothes
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| Jane Doe
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| Say a prayer for the mothers who never return
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| Bless the days when it’s all you can do not to crash and burn
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| Oh why
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| Why, she says, Am I alone when
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| Multitudes crowd all around me
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| Sunshine and bright everywhere?
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| Phoenix falling the angels are calling me home
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| Children come running to
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| See the lady who stands on the bridge, will she jump
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| Or will she die
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| All alone in the night
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| Just the tears in her eyes and the dust on her clothes
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| Jane Doe
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| Phoenix falling the angels are calling me home
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| Children come running to
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| See the lady who stands on the bridge, will she jump
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| Or will she die
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| All alone in the night
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| Just the tears in her eyes and the dust on her clothes
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| Jane Doe |