with what did i awake this morning
who dreamed of me last night
how did i know you were thinking of me
when i felt a pain of heart
together, could we have taken a
deviating path just by talking with
or without fear for tomorrow
for now the window stands still
only my heart is shattered
with the action you've plucked
and flipped away a perfectly good
blush of a fancy day
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