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

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