i dream of girls with beautiful skin that caresses you in your deepest sleep on sunday morning when the sun is still down beneath the maple tree,
straight to the ground,
so let them wait.
i say these dreams are far from real and real is what we feel when these suspicious sleepwalking girls fumble into the night, vanishing through the sky.
i say, i say, i say,
let them wait.
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