Queen of tarpaulin
She caught my glimpse
Every single night
On the same freeway
She was a stranger
As was I to her
She was always in mind
Like a bird with a tree to call home
It's unfair knowing
She doesn't know me
But I know her
Think of her
This agony
This disease
She needs to know me
So she knows what it feels like
But will she think of me?
Let's find out about that

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