that's it

Who can know
The thoughts of Mary Jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain
Where she’s been
And who she’s seen
In her journey to the stars

Who can know
The reason for her smile
What are her dreams
When they’ve journeyed for a mile
The way she sings
And her brightly coloured rings
Make her the princess of the sky

Who can know
What happens in her mind
Did she come
From a strange world
And leave her mind behind
Her long lost sighs
And her brightly coloured eyes
Tell her story to the wind

Who can know
The thoughts of Mary Jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain
Where she’s been
And who she’s seen
In her journey to the stars

(Nick Drake, The thoughts of Mary Jane)

E chi l'avrebbe mai detto
che di tutto
mi sarebbe poi
questo
rimasto.