Stay in the shadows of my hand, comfortable friend
You're a tree-ripened girl, still green, seen on billboards
You're a baby, not in age, but ideas
Toss and turn, my friend, to the end of the storm underneath your sleeping eyelids
You're the sun reflected in the sand of a faraway land
You're a circus performer, magnificently twirling
The acrobat inside you is leisurely suspended, using no net
Destiny is below, with its casual arithmetic, waiting
Little Ruby Rain, your storm is just a game
And it's strange to be yesterday's thunder
When the vines of time, squared, electrify your soft hair
And four white horses with ruby red eyes pull your casket away
Only a thimbleful of people will understand
And as the applause dies down, I'll remember you the way you are today
Stay in the shadows of my hand, comfortable friend
You're a tree-ripened girl, still green, seen on billboards
You're a baby, not in age, but ideas
Toss and turn, my friend, to the end of the storm underneath your sleeping eyelids
Little Ruby Rain, your storm is just a game
And it's strange to be yesterday's thunder
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