She loves to laugh and sing her blues..she loves to dance in high-heeled shoes..
She sees the world as it should seem..in her mind only and her awkward dreams..
She sees her life as an endless stream..of days to come and hearts to seam..
She yearns to feel what she longs so much..of faithful winters and autumn's touch..of summer glows and spring's unknowns..to learn again of sticks and stones..
He's standing there in plain view and sight..looking over her, to her left and right..She's invisible....
yet she's alright..she's gonna be perfectly alright..as soon as she finds her way home again..
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