The woman was a dream I had
Though rather hard to keep
For when my eyes were watching hers,
They closed
And I was still asleep.
For when my hand was holding hers,
She whispered words and I awoke
And faintly bouncing 'round the room,
The echo of whomever spoke.
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
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