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By Jack Joseph Smith
Fasned To The Rain
She stood there dripping
All leather dress in black
including her hood
I had seen her around
a few times
And now I really knew
how black was her hair
how black were her eyes
Maybe green on the side
Love and there was ever
a railroad track behind us
Hard,, and she knew
that I did love her
While she said
I will not
little love
Leonard Cohen