Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
where a wedding has been..
Lives in a dream..
Waits at the window, wearing the face
that she keeps in a jar by the door..
Who is it for?
All the lonely people,
where do they all belong..?
Eleanor Rigby died in a church
and was buried alone with her name.
Nobody came.
Music is your only friend until the end...
Monday, November 06, 2006
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