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The pages fade, they’re getting worn yellowed papers creased and torn Yet they still can take me to a world I now can only dream of Once I saw the future in your eyes and I saw in it both you and me Now there’s nothing left to see simply things left to only dream of You’ve always shown yourself to me then turned and shown me to myself But I’m not the man I tried to be just a man I must have dreamed of So now I find I’m looking past the looking-glass held in your hands Are you the girl I knew at all? Did I really only dream you? I pray that you’ll hold fast to your dreams even when there's pleasure mixed with pain Please don’t let them get away becoming something that you'll say that         you'd never dreamed of
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC
these rusted dreams
The pages fade, they’re getting worn yellowed papers creased and torn Yet they still can take me to a world I now can only dream of Once I saw the future in your eyes and I saw in it both you and me Now there’s nothing left to see simply things left to only dream of You’ve always shown yourself to me then turned and shown me to myself But I’m not the man I tried to be just a man I must have dreamed of So now I find I’m looking past the looking-glass held in your hands Are you the girl I knew at all? Did I really only dream you? I pray that you’ll hold fast to your dreams even when there's pleasure mixed with pain Please don’t let them get away becoming something that you'll say that         you'd never dreamed of
I have never ever been satisfied with this, but years of tweaking (but mostly just disappointment) has never made it something I'm proud of. Here it is, though, warts and all...
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC
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