| Thanks for your letter. |
| It made me feel better. |
| I was down
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| And it gave me a lift; |
| appeared the Goodyear blimp
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| The tree out your window is covered in pink snow
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| You put a few blossoms in the envelope. |
| I didn’t know
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| Now on the sidewalk, outside my p.o. |
| Box, I’m a parade
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| I’m confetti of fuschia hearts. |
| We are never really apart
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| You dreamed of me the last night of summer
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| You dreamed of me the last night of summer
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| You were coming. |
| I was leaving. |
| We met in the harbor
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| Where whaling ships dock. |
| We threw some rocks
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| Everyone wanted you. |
| I was not immune to the fever
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| That overtook the cast and crew. |
| I couldn’t get to you
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| But I had a secret, a torch to give you. |
| I stole an hour
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| Or two to share the fruit I grew with you
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| I dreamed of you the last night of winter
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| I dreamed of you the last night of winter
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| (Hidden treasure, buried long ago, of immeasurable gold
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| I’m drawing a map, connecting the dots, fusing the past to the present.)
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| I must always remember our moments together
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| And believe in magic. |
| It exists just beneath the surface
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| New York City thinks it knows everything. |
| The buildings
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| The people threaten to crush your body, your mind, your soul
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| But you keep writing, and i’ll keep writing, and one day
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| The story will be told. |
| All our oysters will unfold
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| You dreamed of me the last night of summer
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| I’ll dream of you the last night of winter |