Dear Ramona

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An air of self-delusion that no 
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two arms could ever contain
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This lady is a hypnosis poet and 
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when she speaks her words weep like 
rain
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She tiptoes through the side 
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streets in the morning and wears 
dark sunshades at night
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However she might be spending her 
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time I don't know you'd have to ask 
her neighbors

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But she ain't ever gonna open up 
(no)
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She ain't ever gonna open up (no)
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Not to no one
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My dear ramona

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Born in some unnatural state that no
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 one father would claim
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This daughter saving up 
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commissions from acting but no one's
 ever seen her play
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She fixes breakfast for two in the
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 morning and drinks dark coffee at 
night
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Whoever she might be going to bed 
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with, you can read about that in her
 Moleskine

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But she ain't ever gonna open up 
(no)
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She ain't ever gonna open up (no)
 Fm

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Not to no one
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My dear ramona