Who can know
The thoughts of Mary jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain
Where she's been
And who she's seen
In her journey to the stars.
Who can know
The reasons for her smile
What are her dreams
When they've journeyed for a mile
The way she sings
And her brightly coloured rings
Make her the princess of the sky.
Who can know
What happens in her mind
Did she come from a strange world
And leave her mind behind
Her long lost sighs
And her brightly coloured eyes
Tell her story to the wind.
Who can know
The thoughts of Mary Jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain
Where she's been
And who she's seen
In her journey to the stars.
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«I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook/ A real live lover, could have been a book/ I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock/ As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock/ I could be... Here and now/ I would be, I should be... But how?/ I could have been... One of these things first»
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