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THOUGHTS OF ADELINE
She pulls on her coat
With a butterfly stroke
The most beautiful girl in the world
She flicks out her hair
That her collar trapped there
The most beautiful girl in the world
I’d tease her then inventing men
Who never had possessed her
Who’d end their grief somewhere beneath
An off-peak train to Leicester
She’d punch my arm and laugh
And chase me down
The garden path
And how many flowers in Spring
Heads bobbing in the wind
I cut down for Adeline
She would laugh and I would sing
Days like dandelions blowing in the wind
But oh how strange still to find
These years bring to mind
Thoughts of Adeline
Thoughts of Adeline
The fragile breaking daylight shone
So delicately on her
New York brownstone eyes beyond
Their fire escape mascara
She dances down the silence
Of city streets in early dawn
And half asleep, on the train she draws pictures
On my arm, then she says
‘Come and find me Sunday
Underneath the weeping willow’
And there in musk and white muslin
Her knees tucked in beneath her chin
She took my heart unopposed
With one eye open
And one eye closed
And how many flowers in Spring
Heads bobbing in the wind
I cut down for Adeline
She would laugh and I would sing
Days like dandelions blowing in the wind
But oh how strange still to find
These years bring to mind
Thoughts of Adeline
Thoughts of Adeline