| Oh last night I dreamt a magnificent thing
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| I held you close I heard you sing
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| Your voice was what I’d always wanted in a woman
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| I know you say he’s good to you and I’m sure he is
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| But darling he’s all you’ll ever know
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| Unless you trust your heart and let yourself grow
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| If your skin was the ocean I’d sprint to your shore
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| I’d wade in your shallows, alleviate my core
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| If you hair was the fir tree all hollow inside
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| With peace I would slumber
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| Gripping this pen
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| Cliff over water
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| Envisioning drums in rhythmic salute
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| Poetry craftwork is tough I won’t bother
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| But pull simple rhymes from the dirt
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| Who’d refute?
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| All I really need are two notes and a beat
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| All I really need are two notes and a beat
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| To sing to you my heart it’s a great place to start
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| D to a G
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| Swift as a bird
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| Muscles remembering artless, absurd
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| And modest attempts at creating a mood
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| With these thin metal strings my affection construe
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| Gripping this pen
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| Cliff over water
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| Envisioning drums
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| Poetry craftwork is tough I won’t bother
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| But pull simple rhymes…
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| All I really need are two notes and a beat
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| All I really need are two notes and a beat
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| To sing to you my heart it’s a great place to start |