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Page By Page
Jack Pearce |
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Page by page I read these letters,
Unfolding thoughts that hide away,
No complications, no confrontation,
Love unspoken come what may.
Seldom in this world today,
Can we catch the real thing,
Just when you get the feel of the song,
The lady doesn't want to sing.
Line by line I paint these pictures,
Of how things could really be.
You and I on an Autumn day,
Misty walks down by the sea.
Righteous people smile and say,
"Boy's in a fantasy".
But I don't mind their foolish laughter,
Because everybody has to dream. | |
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