(P. Simon)
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What I dream I had:
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Pressed in organdy;
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Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy;
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Softer than the rain.
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I wandered empty streets
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Down past the shop displays.
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I heard cathedral bells
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Tripping down the alley ways,
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As I walked on.
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And when you ran to me
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Your cheeks flushed with the night.
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We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,
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I held your hand.
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And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,
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I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
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Oh I love you, girl.
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Oh, I love you.
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For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
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| Simon & Garfunkel |
