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I closed my eyes when I let fly the words
that told of memories of injuries
and musings of sixes and threes and twos;
I slept and I dreamed about you.
Was I still dreaming when I awoke
and felt the urge to have coffee and a smoke
and saw you see me as you stood there?
And now that my eyes are wide open,
I hear your voice as if it were a song.
Will you be here long—
long enough for me to let these words fly?