Melanie, Melanie, Melanie.
My Dear, sweet, troubled … beautiful Child,
what is it ?, I wonder ?, drives you so wild.
Where from ?, does come, all your pain,
pain making you like a runaway train,
upon tracks leading to self-destruction !
How to stop you ?, I have no instruction !
Does it come ?, some ?, from what I am...
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