She Dreams
J C Munro

Laughter that turns every head in the place
from getting the joke just that little too late
And the tears that come quickly for this or for that
Like the words of a song or the drop of a hat

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And she dreams, how she loves to dream
The safest of places, the friendliest faces
She can fly, old friends never die
The world is so lonely, her refuge is only in dreams

She's as sunny as Sundays, as good as her word
As pretty as autumn and as free as a bird
And she shines like a lighthouse wherever she goes
But wherever she goes no-one really quite knows

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It's the touch of her hand, the look on her face
The warmth and the distance of a friendly embrace
In her loveliness, loneliness seems not to know
that she's hiding by being on show

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