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Jul 2015
She sometimes thinks
But often doesn't
She often speaks
Nobody hears
She smiles a lot
But only sometimes
It is a smile
Right from her heart
The things she wants
Are far away
And in her dreams
They all come through
But in the morning
It is the song
That has been playing all along
Peter Heerings
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Peter Heerings  Holland
(Holland)   
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