Poor Dominique, what have you done to your eyes?
There's nothing inside them, no sign of delight or surprise.
You swirl in the smoke-rings, your mind is surrounded,
Some drug or some trauma has left you confounded.
Poor Dominique, where is the you who was wise?
Sweet Dominique, you once were so pretty and gay,
But I look at you now and it's hard to recall you that way.
Your search for Life's Secrets has come to confusion,
You looked and found Truth in utter profusion.
Sweet Dominique, you've given the Truth all away.
Young Dominique, you're beaten and bared to the bone,
And the local authorities are finally sending you home
Back to your parents who won't understand it,
They can't seem to see that your mind is expanded.
Young Dominique, Sweet Dominique, Poor Dominique,
They'll send you back now, but when
can they send
back your mind?
3R
Katamandu
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