Press play before reading. Salute.
(A lone voice whispers)
I'll always remember Mary Jane
She had such energy that to this day
Still remains
Let me begin by singing
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She shuns small talk outside quiet parks
For late-night smoking blunts
Filled with confessions of the heart
She turns down old school reunions
With the popular crowds
For she'd rather go on wild adventures
And unknown road-trips
Without any compasses or even road maps
Just so you can get lost together
Carrying old treasured backpacks
She shuns new pop music playing on loop
On the radio
But just loves good old folk music and rock and roll
For she's a wanderer
Just born with a wandering soul
She just goes where her brazen heart
Whispers to her to go
And to all within her reach
When she's lucid and high
Feeling the need
These lines she just loves to stand up and preach
Come unto me
All within my reach
And I will whisper into your hypnotised eyes
To teach
All who gather unseen
All around you
Send love and light
To carry you through those long sleepless nights
Even though you may feel weary and down
The smiling days are soon to come
So gather up all your troubles and woes
Throw them into the winds of redemption
That quietly blows
Always carry your sun in your golden locket
And hold the moon prisoner in your coat pockets
Dance in spirit and never wave your white flag
But be free and majestic
Like the white stag
The true king of the forest
For you're a beautiful wild wanderer
Wherever you are
For we're just limitless passengers
Riding blindly to a finish line
Within Father Times old car
Wanderers
Just gathered together
Once more
No longer lost
But with people we adore
Just drifting
Forever
Underneath the endless white twinkling stars
Just together to reminisce
About all the people
We love and still miss
And places we've visited
And wished we'd never said goodbye
So drink up tonight as the midnight sunsets
And let's make it a night
History will never forget
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Oh how I loved that woman
Called Mary Jane
The only woman I've met
Who lived her life filled with no regrets
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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