Cin Sweet Biography

Like the lonely winter tree
Outstretched branches with never any leaves
Lonely skeletons, with lonely smiles
They look away while trying to hide
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I'll remember you,
Every time I see the green,
That paints our rolling hills,
When the weather turns to Spring,
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When the sun bleeds
On and through the window panes
Indiscriminately so
Him tasting of my sour skin
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This is it,50th and C Streets
Damn school's crumbling down
Right down around our knees
See them apartments, them over there
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depression wilts me
fear binds me
i sag, shrinking, sinking iron heavy
i'm five-'o-clock stockings
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