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My bright orange little stained sweetheart
With her new shut-off soliloquy
Pouring like the cat who’s purring
With liquor stained paws and curious things
My how she’s grown bright and bright
My how her words sound like mine
My how she grew up fast
My how she hates to look at me
But how she had to prick her finger
On a hundred ugly things
And dream so many useless dreams
To believe the lonely tree
And wrap your vines around my darling
And swing her from your aching limbs
And hold her there until the morning
When false men come to make her give
Her bright orange key chain hides on the ground
Her open doors are swinging,
While her windshield wipers make no sound
The tree has claimed my lovely
And liquor stained fingers
Never reach up to me
But blue eyed memories
Are safe from the tree
The lonely tree believes me
And moans with her dreams
The lonely tree deceives me
And keeps her company