Miserable Mrs. Green sit by yourself and think awhile
Of all that once could have been instead of what is now
How does it even feel, you’re no longer Madame Butterfly
Yesterday operas have quickly passed you by
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Mrs. Green, you’re older but you’re really no more cleaver
Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all
Volumes of photograhs held in your Einsenhower hands
Newer world intellect could never understand
You tore yourself apart all for the neighborhood and kids
And never forgave yourself for acting as you did
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Where is your family and why did they lock you up inside