She clawed for air
This lonely woman
Spun spun words
Like trees have leaves
That fall aground
Her words and tears
Blew blew around
No one listened
No one was there
There it went
Round and round
I tried to reach through silent air
As she fought for her share
Around and around
She couldn't get there
We couldn't get there
Now she lays
Beneath ground
There's no sound
There it goes
Round and round...for Connie
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