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I dreamt of you last Tuesday
Polished loafers, leather suitcase
Wheeling down a cracked sidewalk
Cleanly shaven with a silk tie on
Fiddling with your boutonniere
Blue eyes sparkling in the mornin’s glare
Sprigs of oak leaf turned orange
Curling softly round your chin
And you’ve been
To the bottom of a wishing well
Atop a million copper pennies
Well acquainted with my dreams
Having been the object of so many
I dreamt of you in Venice
Laughing and silhouetted
Purple with perfectly freckled
Cheeks aglow and hair disheveled
Was if fun to be a dandelion's
Wish for the evening last night
Please tell me are you blind enough
to see it burn like a candle in the night
where you hide
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I heard she was seldom seen as pretty
So wrapped up in shadows that, she was rarely seen at all
Frankly the rumours don’t convince me
But a moment, someone could survive such a fall
I heard that he was seldom given regard
As anything more than what he already was
Just a flirt, stifled by a sweetheart
A wandering soul, within the bonds of trust
And I heard
A stammered “Easy does it”
And the creak of a musket
In the dark
And I heard
An elephant exit
The room as he left with-
Out his heart
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I dreamt of you last Tuesday
Polished loafers, leather suitcase
Wheeling down a cracked sidewalk
Cleanly shaven with a silk tie on
Fiddling with your boutonniere
Blue eyes sparkling in the mornin’s glare
Sprigs of oak leaf turned orange
Curling softly round your chin
And you’ve been
To the bottom of a wishing well
Atop a million copper pennies
Well acquainted with my dreams
Having been the object of so many
I dreamt of you in Venice
Laughing and silhouetted
Purple with perfectly freckled
Cheeks aglow and hair disheveled
Please tell me / did you find it
Fun to be / a dandelion’s
Wish for the evening last night
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I heard she was seldom seen as pretty
So wrapped up in shadows that, she was rarely seen at all
Frankly the rumours don’t convince me
But a moment, someone could survive such a fall
And I heard
A stammered “Easy does it”
And the creak of a musket
In the dark
And I heard
An elephant exit
The room as he left with-
Out his heart
I heard that he was seldom given regard
As anything more than what he already was
Just a flirt, stifled by a sweetheart
A wandering soul, within the bonds of trust
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I dreamt of you last Tuesday
Polished loafers, leather suitcase
Wheeling down a cracked sidewalk
Cleanly shaven with a silk tie on
Fiddling with your boutonniere
Blue eyes sparkling in the mornin’s glare
Sprigs of oak leaf turned orange
Curling softly round your chin
And you’ve been
To the bottom of a wishing well
Atop a million copper pennies
Well acquainted with my dreams
Having been the object of so many
I dreamt of you in Venice
Laughing and silhouetted
Purple with perfectly freckled
Cheeks aglow and hair disheveled
Please tell me / did you find it
Fun to be / a dandelion’s
Wish for the evening last night
Please tell me are you blind e-
Nough to see burnin’ like a
Birthday candle tonight
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I dreamt of you last Tuesday
Polished loafers, leather suitcase
Wheeling down a cracked sidewalk
Cleanly shaven with a silk tie on
Fiddling with your boutonniere
Blue eyes sparkling in the mornin’s glare
Sprigs of oak leaf turned orange
Curling softly round your chin
And you’ve been
To the bottom of a wishing well
I dreamt of you in Venice
Laughing and silhouetted
Purple with perfectly freckled
Cheeks aglow and hair disheveled
Please tell me did you find it fun to be
a dandelion’s Wish for the evening
please tell me are you blind enough to see
burnin’ like a candle's light
then the night
At the bottom of a wishing well
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I dreamt of you last Tuesday
Polished loafers, leather suitcase
Wheeling down a cracked sidewalk
Cleanly shaven with a silk tie on
And you’ve been
To the bottom of a wishing well
Atop a million pennies
Well acquainted with my dreams
Having been the object
I dreamt of you in Venice
Laughing and silhouetted
Purple with perfectly freckled
Cheeks aglow and hair disheveled
And you’ve been
To the bottom of a wishing well
Atop a million pennies
Well acquainted with my dreams
Having been the object of so many
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