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She used to sleep there, you know.
I would watch her sometimes,
the sun shinning on her auburn hair,
the novel she was reading protecting her fair skin.
What did she dream of, I wonder.
No one sleeps there anymore.
The sunlight is now absorbed by aging wood.
I still come here, you know.
Waiting to catch a glimpse of an angel.
I would watch her sometimes,
the sun shinning on her auburn hair,
the novel she was reading protecting her fair skin.
What did she dream of, I wonder.
No one sleeps there anymore.
The sunlight is now absorbed by aging wood.
I still come here, you know.
Waiting to catch a glimpse of an angel.
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this is nice!!!!