The Green Pajamas

Tumbledown Tess

My father is gone; he would never know her
The rain comes down and washes over
   this winter's day that's trying to blow her away

And Tess just dances her strange, mad dance
toward a life of romance 
and sorrow and wonder and chance

   toward sorrow
and wonder
and chance
...and death

Tumble down, tumble down, Tumbledown Tess

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-Jeff Kelly
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