Dreams

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Every night I meet a girl
As pretty as a doll
Every night I hold her close
I feel like I fall
Just a bit more in love

And I wish she would stay
But then
As night turns to day
She slips right through my fingers
And the wind carries her away.

So I open up my eyes
And to no ones surprise
I'm alone in my bed
And the pounding in my head
Is reminiscent of the night
When all my tears had been shed.

We shouted loud enough to
Knock the lamps off of the dressers
And the dressers on their sides
And from the drawers came tumbling out
The words which hurt like knives
So every morning I wake up
Lonelier than last night.

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