Her name was Julie, a redhead. I never understood her but I couldn't resist her either. I think that it's always been that way with me and redheads. There seems to be no reasonable explanation for this. I think it's just a deficiency in my emotional make-up.
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She’s a high toned crimson woman with diamonds in her eyes She’s in between a dream I’ve seen and a cold, dark, dreary sky She kissed me like a feather, she cut me like a knife Oh Lord, she’s hot and cold, she burns as cold as ice I tried so hard to hold her, but the handle’s hard to find A student of dichotomies I tried to read her mind She told me that she loved me, she asked me not to stay It’s hard to speak the truth, my friend, when the words get in the way Where the night time meets the daytime, where the rivers run cold and dry Where blind men have their visions with clear unclouded eyes There’s a land I had forsaken, now tenderly called home I hide behind the wisdom of all these things unknown.
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