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All our hi's and good-bye's are great.
What happens between is what worries me.
Never know just how to talk to you.
There's too much hope in my voice.I ask too many questions - and, I never mention myself.
You're busy planting flowers your dog digs up.
You're busy sketching ideas on how to make a shack a castle.
When you get the spirit to build again,I see your tug-of-war through this telescope.
All you see are your mistakes.
The tone of your voice keeps getting quieter and quieter.
And, in the storms of my excuse me's and confusion,I think I finally hear a piece of what you mean.
These words stand between us.
Your whole life is governed by your nightmares and your daydreams.
Someday soon I hope one of these dreams will finally come true;then you'll have to listen to me.
By then, I'll be tongue-tied.
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