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I met a woman once who wanted to die;
that's all I'd hear from her time and again.
She carried a baby, and I would hear him cry
as she drank herself away, through nights without end.

I'd see her then, and her body was a moon, a jewel,
and I staggered with her from place to place;
we both were bleeding, I needed her worse and was a fool,
we drank countless poisons and savored their taste.

Through mystery men, and promises of momentary vision,
love, fleeting moments neither of us care to recall.
No ambition, nothing, no responsibilities or decisions,
some vivid, wild obsession; another half remembered fall.

I met a woman once who wanted to die;
all through the night her baby boy would cry and cry.

J Hillenburg wrote:I met a woman once who wanted to die;
that's all I'd hear from her time and again.
She carried a baby, and I would hear him cry
as she drank herself away, through nights without end.

I'd see her then, and her body was a moon, a jewel,
and I staggered with her from place to place;
we both were bleeding, I needed her worse and was a fool,
we drank countless poisons and savored their taste.

Through mystery men, and promises of momentary vision,
love, fleeting moments neither of us care to recall.
No ambition, nothing, no responsibilities or decisions,
some vivid, wild obsession; another half remembered fall.

I met a woman once who wanted to die;
all through the night her baby boy would cry and cry.

The boy must be at least 10 years old by now. I really hope he is not still crying as they would be dashed embarrassing. Can you give us an update on the little blubber, please.