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Magnolia
well its the end of the dream
that started on green metal
she whispered and the wind shook
the Magnolia seeded limp in winter
well she twisted round the cage
and she twisted round the cage
and slipped out into the shaking night
and only shuffled cloth hanging
in the quickness of her leaving
only shuffled cloth hanging
in the hastiness of her flight