I saw salem bursting april from my Window seat

There I met mary

She not the type who'd want to marry me

Our conversation was of honeyed lips And rosy cheeks

And the man she'd met and loved and lost

again...this week

I said "What's the reason for your reckless optimism?"

She said "no reason, no rhyme

It's just my disposition

It's just my disposition."

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There's a golden child in the spires

Above this town

He lifts his trumpet to the sky

And sets his feet upon the ground

I said to mary "don't you know there's something

More than this?

And I'm not smiling

But that doesn't mean that I'm always depressed

It's just hard to talk about the things that make

Me who I am

But I know suspicion, apprehension, so you

Know I understand."

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Who's he calling down?

Mary turned away

She'd barely heard a word I'd said

She watched the trees

And smiled the smile you see when ember Eyes are dead

Then she turned to me, with sadness Welling in her gaze

You know i've been living my whole Life 'till now and never did betray

A single feeling

A solitary sincere face

I hope it's not too late for me"

She stood to leave

The bus was on its way

The bus was on it's way

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