Shoulda been
shoulda been me
Shoulda been me deep under the magnolia tree
Deep under, resting soul
sleeping still
until the glow
of life new
Take my soul
make amends
make it mend
till new again
shoulda been me
Shoulda been me under
a shedding magnolia tree
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