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You
Saw her singing her song
Up in the balcony
Where the moonlight hit her profile.
She sang about wishing she
Were
A princess
Who could escape her tower...
As the sun slowly rises
And gently wakes me with the touch of its ray,
I feel confliced
I feel lost
I feel constricted
Where have my hopes gone?
I have lost my guidence
I have lost my touch
My heart and brain have a crashed alliance
I could live all by myself,
Yet never be alone.
Two covers and a spine,
Can make a charming home.
Wallpaper of rustling pages,
Songbirds warbling in verse,
