Saturn returned to Aries and my star rose and rose,
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I found my little town shoes walking down a red carpet,
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Naively placed by flashing bulbs.
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At school we were lovers then reunited in the eye of this storm,
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But love and luck collided and I followed the work,
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Arm in arm at the shining top but crumbling inside,
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Smiling for the public but still holding back the nervous breakdowns.
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Saturn returned to Aries and my love dove and dove.
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The separation ache forked our way,
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And you silently withheld.
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With trust and courage we confessed to a steely-eyed counselor,
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But it was too late we had paved our fate,
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An abyss behind Saturn’s door.
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There’s a sorrow on that Hudson,
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There’s an eagle who is flying looking for
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a single treetop to alight and make her nest.
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Saturn returned to Aries in this house I bought for two,
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So cavernous and lonely in this ivory tower,
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Here without you.
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Oh pain my teacher, my embittered friend,
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Here you come to guide me again and again and again.
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And I look outside my window and all I see is you:
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Sorrow-on-the-Hudson, sunsets withering West,
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I wake up, palpitations screaming in my breast,
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I will get over this, I will grow past you,
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Sorrow-on-the-Hudson show me what to do.
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There’s a sorrow on that Hudson,
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There’s an Indian who’s crying to the buildings
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that are built upon his fathers’ fathers.
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There’s a me who dying in your cold and mighty waters.
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Sorrow-On-The-Hudson
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| Paula Cole |
