Weatherfield - sylvia plath song

This is a song for sylvia plath
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You're clownlike
Happiest on your hands
Feet to the stars and moon-skulled
Head in the clouds
Feet up there too
I disconnect when I'm with you
Missing person, someone find me, free me
From this world that treats me so gently

By the roots of my hair some G-d got hold of me
He grabbed me and i could not flee
I felt empty
I felt weightless
I felt rootless
I felt groundless
I felt not of this world
Like something G-dly had entered me
I felt like ashes
I felt plummeting deeply once again
Again
Again
Again
Again

I felt something G-dly enter me
And then i knew that we were all the same
I look on kindly at the clouds and trees
I know that once they were just like me

Written by:
Alexander Cummins

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