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you are sound asleep, and i am talking to the empty room
all my hopes and dreams, laid out like cards on the table
in the light and noise of the day my lips are sealed
but in this place and time the line between dreams is blurred
i can almost see your face, bathed in the pale moonlight
your eyes are gently closed, your hands are relaxed and still
the cares of the day have melted away and you are at peace
this is your soul, my friend... if only you could see your self
you hold the keys to my heart, the spirit of my laughter
enjoy the eternal moment of youth, ageless and beautiful
and when you open your eyes looking for a lifetime friend
i'll be at your fingertips, knocking softly at your heart's door.
Joel
2 November 1999
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