ah my silly papers
they don't love me anymore
i got them filed in a box
its in the corner of the room
the morning comes to be a wait
she's standing in a dressy gown
the singer has to contemplate
the lyrics and the words perfume
i should have come to hear you sing
you could have taken off the weight
there was music in the atmosphere
we'd be children all over again
wouldn't we if we could
wouldn't we if we had the means
wouldn't we if there was a way
wouldn't we and so we dream
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