Storyteller

She intended to become a stranger
And tuck in trunks and never remember
She put on a crazy apron, make something to eat
Having no ideas, god knows what it will be

Then was tired and turned in the trade
Her back blistered cooking and was not delayed
To become a storyteller as she lived her age
And spoke to the children, who were as open companions

I need you to lift this up



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Orange
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