City of Lights
I had a dream
You were still here
But someone sewed up
Your pretty red mouth
You couldn't sing
So you drifted on back down to sleep.
In the broken glass
I think I can see you
Smiling in you blissful oblivion
You don't remember me
But I've sung to you once before.
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