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I met a girl today,
She asked me if I knew her.
Around her neck she wore
The small half of a wishbone.
She never trusted
Happiness or strangers
'Cause both of them
Are just the same
They're just the same to her.
I saw my friend on Harding Street,
And I asked to have a word.
When she was a child,
She saw Jesus in the flowers.
The wind was the breath of God
Whispering in the world.
And when she found that
She couldn't be a saint
For all the men who found her,
She was like some magic creature
That dissolves in its own tears.
I saw my friend on Harding Street,
And I talked to him of fear.
She raised her hand to touch my face
She offered to be kinder, and I said
If I wasn't lost myself
I'd be the first to find you.
When she says she hates to be alone,
What can you tell her
That she hasn't heard at least
A hundred times before?
I saw my friend on Harding Street,
And said that I didn't want anymore.
"I think you want a priest," I said,
With magic in his fingers.
He will save you with his touch,
And he will heal you with his body.
Perhaps our crowns of loneliness
Would not just lock together
If love was something better than it is.
I must go back to Harding Street,
So I can try again.

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