All those places 
Where I recall the memories 
that grip me, 
and pin me down. 
I go to these places 
intending to think, 
And think of nothing, 
But anticipate. 
And somehow, 
expect you'll find me there, 
That, by some miracle, 
You'd be aware. 
I'd risen this morning 
Intending to break the spell 
my longing not to think 
I freed myself from my family 
I freed myself from work 
I freed myself 
Freed myself 
And remained alone 
And in my thinking 
I'd steal you away 
though you never wanted me anyway
- Mademoiselle Papillon
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