Written in Portland, Oregon
November 25, 1974

 

Oh my lovely girl,
My dearest one.  

 

Dark and lonely  
Without the sun. 

 

Everyone has a lover
Everyone has gone.  

 

And alone I fell down
like a broken gun.
  
Breathless and full of tears, 
I can no longer run.  

 

From ashes of sadness
Ton over ton.

 

Oh my lovely girl,
My only one.  

 

You are my life,
You are not anyone.

 

Fly to Portland
and replace the sun.  

 

And shine on my heart
with all the fun.

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