the Brooklyn Bridge into the Mystique

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She was a girl once but now ?

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The tired dream couldn't carry her no more

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Young cowboy dawn

His song is fit for glory but it's you he sees

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She was once a lover but oh my god !

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In the wild country that has no name

Something is stirring

What is it now


Coming this way ?

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She was once a loving child but now ?

Oh my god !

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He wanders down by the railroad tracks

But all escape is guarded by police men

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She

Daughter of god

Mistress of all creation

Look !

It's a joke she is

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Over the bridge

Crosses the river

Even the poets don't know

What this means