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
***
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
***
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
***
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.)