Why do the words flow so smooth On the nights the lady visits Is it truly just that beauty Sits upon my shoulder Whispering sweet nothings To keep my heart from breaking Knowing she is not for me Is it the vast gulf of safety Knowing she is far beyond me That lets me see the lines so clear All pleasant dreams confection Or the real-world's last perfection
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