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Miranda V1 She wanders the hallway Her teeth in her pocket Should anyone come to the door And moths have been squatting For years in her closet While newspapers litter the floor Chorus High on a mantel her pain is displayed Framed in the face of a man and a child Oh Miranda's shed tears, Miranda's bled tears Though once long ago she was joyful and wild Miranda was joyful and wild V3 She peeps through a window As local kids taunt her Demanding to know what she's for And sometimes a memory Will ripple the water And pull her right back to the shore Chorus Bridge Miranda's resolving To slowly dissolve into dust Where she feels most at home Miranda can't fathom Events that have left her alone Chorus © 2014 Donna Devine