The Girl Who Lives In My Dreams
The girl who lives in my dreams is wondrous.
She's very kind to me;
Whether I deserve it or not.
She speaks in melodious tones;
Which my deaf ears don't deserve to hear.
Her brown eyes can penetrate to my soul;
Though it's not worthy for her to see.
Her moves are that of grace and power;
Mine are crude and primitive.
The genius of her artwork that I see;
Proves that mine is spiritless and bland.
Her body is strong and gentle;
I am feeble and clumsy.
When I cast my eyes toward her, I see an angel;
Where I am the byproducts of the Earth.
And although she is too majestic and free for me to ever hold;
She still remains...
The girl who lives in my dreams.
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