You think you know her but you don't

You see just what she wants you to see

I'm the only one who got through to her

Who knows quite how she used to be

The way she used to be was so beautiful

Kind and caring and wide open to ideas

Not the cracked empty vessel she became

A sad broken woman in thrall to her fears

We met in New York when life was young

It was at a ...

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