Does a flower wait for the
Man to smell before it gives perfume?
Any bird will sing of mornings glory
With no others listening near the room.
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It is for LIFE Jane sings
And for suffering Jane cries.
LOVE never knows what from it springs,
And like the bird LOVE flies until it dies.
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WHEN JANE SINGS
HER SONG IS NEVER WRONG
WHEN JANE SINGS
HER CRYING IS THE SONG
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WHEN JANE SINGS
THE LAKES AND RIVERS FILL
WHEN JANE SINGS
THE SILENT NOTES ARE STILL
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Jane sees many waiting for a Heaven
They say will be a choir of Angels.
Jane asks, “Why look to another life?”
And answers with her choir of Janegels.
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No one can touch the songs Jane sings.
No one can stop the LOVE Jane brings!
No national anthem can mean anything
Like Jane’s silent notes healing Janegel wings.
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WHEN JANE SINGS
HER SONG IS NEVER WRONG
WHEN JANE SINGS
HER CRYING IS THE SONG
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WHEN JANE SINGS
THE LAKES AND RIVERS FILL
WHEN JANE SINGS
THE SILENT NOTES ARE STILL
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So do not ask why or how Jane sings
Do not ask why Saturn has it’s rings!
Just find out why you ask such questions
And never bye into any other’s suggestions!
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Not even God will answer these for you
And no answer is needed when you are through
Finding out “Who is asking?”
And “Why does IT want to know?”
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AND THEN LISTENING COMPLETELY TO WHEN JANE SINGS
AND SEEING HER SONG IS NEVER WRONG
AND WHEN JANE SINGS IT ALL STOPS IF YOU JUST CRY
AND SING ALONG
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WHEN JANE SINGS
THE LAKES AND RIVERS FILL
WHEN JANE SINGS
THE SILENT NOTES ARE STILL
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