She Played Like The Real Ruby Tuesday



To come and go like the wind blows
Carefree and fancy she would see
The world spinning round in a twirl
Sending waves crashing over lands
Causing hurricanes to wipeout shores
Every new day that came, she changed
Colours of seasons became the reasons
Her soul traveled about, yet without
Not one love, to call her own
Not a single key, to another’s heart
Not a sound, walking through the door
Not a touch felt, while in slumbers belt
She played like the real Ruby Tuesday
This free-bird would die if she couldn’t fly

Ax

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