urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:sawbones Dr. Natalie Crane Dr. Natalie Crane 2010-08-29T10:38:38Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:sawbones:353 2010-06-28T03:31:07Z 2010-08-29T10:38:38Z <i>it was seven in the morning when the spark<br />began to give. the bath was spilling over, my<br />self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the country<br />to start it all again and found myself in paris in<br />the cemetery rain.<br /><br />dear anne came to me and took me by the arm<br />showed me old disasters embedded in the palm<br />warned me of a lady with the sun behind her head.<br />with a a granite neck, a singer who can never sing<br />again. but you, my love:<br /><br />you must come, come to joy, turn your head to the sun<br />it's down to you, you can shine, you can shake all the<br />sorrow from your palm... it's down to you if you dare<br />to come to joy.</i><br /><br />"paris", patrick wolf