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Silly Girl, writing poetry on the bus,
Of love and things you pondered thus,

Perhaps I could tell you a thing or two,
Of broken hearts and sundered moods,

But I'm far too old for childish games,
For picking apart the various gains,

I hunger for place in a haunted world,
Filled with ghosts and shadows curled,

I bring the sun and laugh off the shade,
As you scrawl away with pen and page,

I wonder yet and ponder yet,
Who keeps your place in the life-game bet?,

Who holds your hand when you feel down,
Who takes from your head and wears the thorny crown,

You give me hope for others again,
As surely as loss and tears and rain,

Keep scrawling girl, you have so much to learn,
But that's okay, everyone yearns,

I keep forgetting I'm a man of steel,
I have to protect the things that you still feel.

Description
Silly Girl, writing poetry on the bus,
Of love and things you pondered thus,

Perhaps I could tell you a thing or two,
Of broken hearts and sundered moods,

But I'm far too old for childish games,
For picking apart the various gains,

I hunger for place in a haunted world,
Filled with ghosts and shadows curled,

I bring the sun and laugh off the shade,
As you scrawl away with pen and page,

I wonder yet and ponder yet,
Who keeps your place in the life-game bet?,

Who holds your hand when you feel down,
Who takes from your head and wears the thorny crown,

You give me hope for others again,
As surely as loss and tears and rain,

Keep scrawling girl, you have so much to learn,
But that's okay, everyone yearns,

I keep forgetting I'm a man of steel,
I have to protect the things that you still feel.