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The hill street blues
If she flew, to the hill street blues
so settle in still slender
Her footprints remember
She was born in the belly of a star
The most familiar one, was sealed
was collapsed, was kept in a jar
The stars she see's are all but dead
The faster they fall the more beautiful the wingspread
A reflection, the blue, if only she flew
From her lavender Cardigan
to the hill street blues
From her cloudy and damp days
from the Gothic decay
From where she grew, languid in literature she lay
To alpha world escape, to the Red lights, to an ashtray landscape
A flying machines blast, to the hill street blues, a kiss goodbye from her past
On a star, an angelic interstellar cloud she rides
Radiating from inside, reflecting in the mirror of the sea
Short lived, burning slowly, all but dead she flees
To the hill street blues on stellar wind
In the belly of a star, symmetrical wingspread
