My sadness is a special thing
Like tenderness must feel to thieves
With slingshots sewn to fingernails
Gently laid on sleeply pillows
My sadness is a precious stone
Projecting lights on dancing pine cones
Which can't be seen through gaiety
When the day of leaves has quickly fallen
We hung like sullen stars at night time from the balcony
With a panoramic view of the city
It kept us warm on winter nights
The coldest toes I've ever known
Her glove concealed her glistenring
But still, it sings!
Her sadness scares the alter boys
That steamy lipstick kissed my throat
I choked
And though we didn't have the lungs to breathe
We had the sparks to scream
Well, I met her at the Milk Bar
We sank inside a prism
Sipped from a Venetian shot glass
And talked about her sadness
It made her happy
It made her dad happy
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