Rain pours down on the small cottage in the forest Wind rattles the windows Three rooms, a kitchen and a garden with potatoes and carrots In the morning Lisa awakens in a scent of yesterday's meal Does anybody wonder how does Lisa feel?
Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know Why is Lisa so alone? The steam of the bread rises up from the small chimney Lisa has pale thin skin, black hair, A brown, knee-length dress covers her tired and meek body The worm fingers are black from the oven And the palms are witheres by the garden Does anybody wonder how does Lisa feel?
Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know Why is Lisa so alone?
Lisa cooks, cleans, potters, around, sleeps and cries Nobody knows she exists, only the wind enters her house Lisa's alone, must this be or where does one belong in Lisa's world?
Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know
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