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May 2015
In the meanwhile
I’ll be sitting in my chair by the window
Watching the world and writing of you
In the meanwhile
You’ll be sleeping
Dreaming dreams
Since it is 3:14 in the morning
In the meanwhile
The snow falls almost as silent as my tears
Almost
All the while
You’re dreaming dreams
But not of me.
Emma Marke
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Emma Marke
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   Cecil Miller
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