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Souplimation
I dreamed of you, the words
were lost as she began to speak
pictures touching vapors
where a hound dog sleeps
soft and sweet, she’s tired;
I touched his shoe in a fever
as he handed me a bowl of cabbage,
were lost as she began to speak
pictures touching vapors
where a hound dog sleeps
soft and sweet, she’s tired;
I touched his shoe in a fever
as he handed me a bowl of cabbage,
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