Strange young girls
Covered with sadness;
Eyes of innocence
Hiding their madness
Walking the strip--
Sweet,soft,and placid---
Offering their youth
On the alter of acid

Thinking these gifts
Were sent by the dove;
All for the trip
Accompanied by love

Gentle young girls,
Holding and walking;
Wisdom flows childlike
While softly talking
Colors surround them
Bejewling their hair;
Visions astound them,
Demanding their share
Children of Orpheus
Called by the dove--
All for the trip
Accompanied by love

Thinking these gifts
Were sent by the dove--
All for the trip
Accompanied by love