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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,
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