| A little light looks through her bedroom window.
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| She dances and I dream, she’s not so far as she seems,
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| Of brighter meadows, melting sunsets,
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| Her hair blowing in the breeze.
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| And she can’t see me watching.
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| And I’m thinking love…
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| It’s bittersweet more sweet than bitter,
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| Bitter than sweet.
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| It’s a bittersweet surrender
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| I’m older now. |
| I work inn the city. |
| We live together.
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| But it’s different than my dream.
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| Morning light fills the room. |
| I rise.
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| She pretends she’s sleeping.
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| Are we everything we wanted?
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| And I’m thinking love…
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| I know we don’t talk about it.
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| We don’t tell each other
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| All the little things that we need.
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| We work our way around each other
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| As we tremble and we bleed. |