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Part of Me
You are here, dear friend
And as the house falls down around us
Rain poursin, through the empty walls
Everything is like a curved piece of glass.
Images distorted in the silky surface.
If I reach my hand out to touch you,
Will you really be there?
Or is it just a dream once again...
Sometimes I'm sure reality is fiction
Washing up on the desserted beach of my mind
If I hold the shell to my ear,
Is there any chance I'll hear your voice,
and not the waves rushing in?
They say if you take a shell,
You're taking a part of the ocean with you.
Well,
If I tell you my dreams
Does that mean
You have a part of me?
9:03 am 9-20-01
