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Vega Suzanne Beauty Crime

Fall and all attendant memories Crowd the day with unrelated histories Each year leaves its unresolving fantasies To hang around each corner Hang around

the struggle for survival Love is never blind Now Olivia lies under anesthesia Her wit and wonder snuffed In a routine operation Her own beauty not

Love is the only thing that matters Love is the only thing that's real I know we hear this everyday It's still the hardest thing to feel This time when

I knew a plant whose roots were bound And then returned into the ground Every day I watched it grow Every day it struggled so Roots were bound, the roots

I will take up all your tears Salty tissues through the years Spread them in the sun to dry Diamonds from each time you cry I will treasure all your

On the way to the bidet Is when the trouble used to start It didn't mean she wasn't queen Of the tinderbox that was his heart Her fire his desire meant

extended through the weekend Suburban boy here for your first time From the 27th floor above the midtown roar You were dazzled by her beauty and her crime

Angel comes home His clothes in a cloud Of the dust and the dirt and destruction She waits inside She knows he's arrived She feels this with no introduction

I knew a plant Whose roots were bound And returned Into the ground Every day I watched it grow Every day It struggled so Roots were bound roots were