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Oh RosettaI’m telling you these things that I tell no one elsewhen I’m all alone when I’m by myself and I believe you hear me though I have no proof it’s what I feel inside that’s telling me the truth If I listen and I cannot hear the music If I try to swim the ocean and cannot reach the shore If the world is offered love but doesn’t use it Oh Rosetta, what’s it for? May I call you sister when we talk this way? you make me feel as if there’s nothing I can’t say I know I’m not the first one you’ve brought comfort to and I’m not the last that will look to you If I wander and I cannot find the reason If I keep my heart wide open and cannot feel the sun And I’m not sure anymore what I believe in Oh Rosetta, am I the only one? One day I am walking down a lonely street New York City’s cold, there is no one to meet and at the corner of 57th and 7th Avenue I hear someone sing and I know it’s you If I’m still and I cannot hear the choirs If I try to please the many instead of just the very few Can you hear me through invisible wires? Oh Rosetta, what should I do? If I listen and I cannot hear the music If I swim against the current and lose sight of the shore If the world is offered goodness but doesn’t use it Oh Rosetta, what’s it for? |