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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,