A woman sits at the bar
has she travelled far?
where are her loved ones?
do they know where you are?
Warming the cockles
At an open roaring fire
Children's voices heard from the street
Flames dancing higher and higher
Sipping the water of life
In the shadow of the hills
Sun glinting off glass buildings
Where once stood mills
It's bustling outside
on this biting winter afternoon
the fray soon to be rejoined
as I'll soon depart the saloon
A furtive glance
the scene remains unchanged
workers keeping busy
as chairs are rearranged
She looks sad and alone
is she a fallen star?
so what's the story?
of the woman at the bar
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