Beneath the midnight caller
She thinks of paper green
You never hear them calling her name
They just know where they've been
You never hear her holler
The tears no longer come
She reads her daily book of the past
That shows of everyone
Grey years that show in her hair
years
where
there
thinks
stroller
smile
shows
saint
gonna
daily
unlocks
reads
before
nobody
follow
caller
everyone
tears
beneath
daytime
calling
green
holler
never
knocks
friend
midnight
longer
night
place
paints
though
paper
proud
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