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Rain cloud in her own home
Quiet, out on your own
She promised me, in a yellow heart
You don’t have to imagine
I’m understanding
Or write your own
Weathered
Book of condolence
White winter solstice
Is holding up
Road maps for a foreign place
To see you, I go anyway
You don’t have to imagine
I’m understanding
Or sing your own
Perfect
Into the mystic
So she can hear it
From over us
Second chance to make a first impression
Leave it all until I’ve looked aside or maybe learned my lesson
And my medium heart, doesn’t tell any lies
And I’m waking again I’m waking, waking
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