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Indifference
She had no heart, no hope nor lust for him
He was now a stranger
The man who had known her subtlest of twitches
Was now a foreigner in her system and his wife
A small annoyance, a pity, a complicit victim.

The wife knew what he was and she kept on loving him
The man knew what he was and he kept on cheating
The mistress knew none-of-the-above and kept on weeding
Until truth, tumbled bright, right before her green eyes.

The mistress rolled by in a horse and buggy
Away from their show
Away from their bugs
She rolled on by from their tin house dovey
To love and light and a Broadway show

You be what you be
I didn't know, I know now
I be what I be
A mountain rover among ants and snow

She rolled on by with the clip-clop, clip-clop
She rolled on by to the top, top, top
She rolled on by with the ruby slippers
She rolled on by to kiss the big dipper

And as she did she quietly whispered:
You be what you be
I didn't know, I now know
I be what I be
A mountain rover among ants and snow