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NAVIGATION
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.:Delicate Day:.
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i can't seem to slip into sleep
this sweater doesn't fit
and im dreaming of you
without drifting away
im dreaming of a delicate day
when you and i have grown old
together
i dont want to wake up,
fall out of this utopian dream
why do i have to get off this train
when you're still riding it in my mind,
through the clouds just under the heavens
and back to earth.
my day has begun
alone.
this isn't really happening
i'm not really hanging up the phone
i don't want this heavenly hour to fall
and yet its slipping away;
i'll have to wait one thousand
more years and
twenty four more hours
before my day will again be
delicate
June 5, 2001
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