She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair mingles with mine,
She has the shape of my hands,
She has the colour of my eyes,
She dissolves into my shadow
Like a stone against the sky.
Her eyes are always open
And she doesn't let me sleep
Her dreams in daylight
Cause the suns to drift away
Make me laugh, weep and laugh,
Speak when I have nothing to say
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