Late daydreaming, delusion fading
Tonight I fear, my dear,
That I'm a mere souvenir,
Not as close as I'd like
To your charming bright
Sorrow will come, surely
Atmospheric tears fading slowly,
Through the harp on the ceiling,
A heavenly melody, though a gloomy lyric
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That I'm a mere souvenir,
Not as close as I'd like
To your charming bright
Sorrow will come, surely
Atmospheric tears fading slowly,
Through the harp on the ceiling,
A heavenly melody, though a gloomy lyric
© Marty A.P. All rights reserved