I Feel A Pauper Each And Every Day

And I Like To Feel This Way

With Funny, Early Dreams

Of Rolling In The Sand, Falls Through My Hand

An Hour Glass I Made Myself To Be

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I Never Saw Eyes So Brown Looking At Me



And Follow Streams Of Raindrop Dreams

They Seem Like Tear Drops Through My Window

They Call To Me While Sitting In My Bed

The Color Of Red

And Now I Will Prepare Myself For Sleep



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But I Know It Was So Long Ago

And My Heart Gets Lost In Time

Lost Inside Your Glass Case

And I, I Hope That I Always Will



Repeat 1st Verse



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