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Can't believe what I'm walking by
Can't believe what I want so badly
Is it really me in her eye
Or a lesser impression of me?
Got to leave what I can't let go
Got to see if it can't be pleasing
With the scenery white as snow
And the memory clear of teasing
Talking too slow, touching too chancy
Hold her inside, you won't be denied
Make yourself into the beast of her fancy
There in your mind she sleeps at your side
What a feat if I did not know
With a God for a good reminder
That the seed of my weed would grow
As the cloak that would choke and bind her
But a dream that is untoward
To the dreamer alone is harmful
As the thing that he can't afford
Weighs his spirit down by the armful
Standing too low, sitting too antsy
Forces to hide are vainly applied
Make yourself into the beast of her fancy
There in your mind she sleeps at your side
Talking too slow, touching too chancy
Hold her inside, you won't be denied
Make yourself into the beast of her fancy
There in your mind she sleeps at your side
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