| With pencil in hand a blank paper stands
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| In front
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| Awhile world awaits me, whatever that
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| Comes to mind
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| I ran to the lake, she sat there but hid
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| Her face
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| I reached out to touch her but she
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| Vanished without a trace
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| I wish I could see your face in the dream
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| The more that I try my colors will dry
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| Your face disappears like it has through
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| The years
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| And all that I have is a paper that’s blank
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| I re-live my dreams, but nothing appears
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| It seems
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| Why can’t I remember? |
| Why does this
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| Torment me?
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| From nightfall to dawn, sleepless for
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| You I call
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| Reveal your face to me, 'Tis you that I
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| Wish to draw
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| I wish I could see your face in the dream
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| The more that I try my colors will dry
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| Your face disappears like it has through
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| The years
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| And all that I have is a paper that’s blank
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| You demon, you witch, reveal your face
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| To me
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| I cannot stand this thing I will die!
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| Madness or hate or love you see
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| Through me
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| Only a glimpse I beg tonight
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| I wish I could see your face in the dream
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| The more that I try my colors will dry
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| Your face disappears like it has through
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| The years
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| And all that I have is a paper that’s blank
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| The paper is
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| Why can’t I touch you?
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| Shattered dreams
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| This madness is driving me insane!
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| My canvas is blank |