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There are secret pockets of night
in which your hands tangle in my hair
and all the flowers bloom.
You believe that you are dreaming
and when day comes, won't remember.
There are secret pockets of night
in which your hands tangle in my hair
and all the flowers bloom.
You believe that you are dreaming
and when day comes, won't remember.
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