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In her mind she’s trapped by thought

Of the stories where she fought

Giant spiders with big green eyes

‘They’re the windows to the soul’ she cries

She was there when the snow did fall

And the daffodils they stood up tall

Then blinded by the summer light

There seemed to be no end in sight

She took a cigarette out to smoke

Her thoughts debating as they spoke

The truth as she walked through the gated

Doors of that asylum she hated

But until firmly she stood on the track

Does she realise that there’s no going back

She closed her eyes and thought of heaven

Meeting that train at 1347