| In my book of dreams
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| In my book of dreams
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| In my book of dreams
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| I took your urgent whisper
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| Stole the arc of a white wing
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| Rode like foam on the river of pity
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| Turned its tide to strength
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| Healed the hole that ripped in living
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| In my book of dreams
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| In my book of dreams
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| In my book of dreams
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| The spine is bound to last a life
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| Tough enough to take the pounding
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| Pages made of days of open hand
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| In my book of dreams
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| In my book of dreams
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| In my book of dreams
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| Number every page in silver
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| Underline in magic marker
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| Take the name of every prisoner
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| Yours is there my word of honor
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| I took your urgent whisper
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| Stole the arc of a white wing
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| Rode like foam on the river of pity
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| Healed the hole that ripped in living
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| In my book of dreams
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| In my book of dreams
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| In my book of dreams |