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She spent her life dreaming
Weaving a fabric of traits
Tall, dark, charming...
Creating a man
That would turn her already pink cheeks red
That would make her eyes glimmer
And her heart swell
She raced to bed early
Just to be held in a fantasy
She woke every morning
Waiting, hoping, praying
Until the day she met him
He seemed to just walk off the page
Inked with her desires
He strolled over to her and held her
Like they've known each other forever
She flushed, she sparkled...
Her chest was too small for her heart
Was it true? Did it happen?
Or is she alone in her bed
Hoping to never wake up?
Weaving a fabric of traits
Tall, dark, charming...
Creating a man
That would turn her already pink cheeks red
That would make her eyes glimmer
And her heart swell
She raced to bed early
Just to be held in a fantasy
She woke every morning
Waiting, hoping, praying
Until the day she met him
He seemed to just walk off the page
Inked with her desires
He strolled over to her and held her
Like they've known each other forever
She flushed, she sparkled...
Her chest was too small for her heart
Was it true? Did it happen?
Or is she alone in her bed
Hoping to never wake up?