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  METHOD IN MY MADNESS

She cuts off the heads of flowers
Saves the stems for a rainy day in June
And her words still cloud my view
I caught her once or twice rhyming in riddles
And in a way it was sweet
Just to hear her pretty voice

Singing method in my madness
Method in my madness
Method in my madness
Is what she swore

She reads from Samuel Coleridge
Quotes the verse to a phantom audience
How her smile could move my soul
And even now I hear
A distant echo that rings in my ears
And I swear I can hear her pretty voice

Singing method in my madness
Method in my madness
Method in my madness
Is what she swore

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