WAY JANE SINGS

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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