Nashville, Ten: ‘I’m a roman candle; my head is full of flames’ – elliott

Oh, Miriam,
when all your good intentions weren’t enough,
despite how right your wrongs were ever made,
there was no time to test if love could bluff
whatever false pretenses have dismayed,
so as you leave the river for a life,
the basket on its way and to its own,
don’t think there is returning without strife,
don’t think the babe won’t learn to live alone.

 

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