Wonderings

Rambling, rambling through the streets

Some wonder how she sleeps

Some wonder if she weeps

Rambling, rambling through the streets

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You should have kissed her lips

You should have tasted her true words

You should have searched what she keeps

You should have praised all the lords

(Yes, that’s what it takes. It’s a fool’s endeavour.)

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Rambling, rambling through the streets

Some wonder what she brings

Some wonder other things

Rambling, rambling through the streets

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Some people have realized what she feels like

Some people have felt her embrace

Some people have looked up to see about her

Some people have touched her actual face

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Rambling, rambling through the streets

All wonder if she feels the cold same way they do

All wonder if she ever stands up as they do too

Rambling, rambling through the streets

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No person knows her truly

No person steps up to act foolishly

No person wakes her up invitingly

No person walks along side her morosely

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Rambling, rambling through the streets

No person pays her mind

No person is there for her to find

Rambling, rambling through the streets

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Maybe it’s a failed paradise

To wish for someone to act in kind

Maybe she will become wise

And put all wonderings behind

(Yes, she realizes. But it’s an Herculean task.)