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In the quiet of an afternoon
In the quiet of an afternoon
Birds went back to sleep.
The cat is all curled up
In a furry heap.
All the words are racing
Around inside my head.
As I try to write them down
My hands turn into lead.
I struggle with each letter
That's seeping from my mind.
All of them are special
And they have to rhyme.
Once I have them lined up
They flow just like a stream.
But I cannot stay awake
As I drift into a dream.
In the dream I find you
Sitting by an old oak tree.
I reached out to touch you
But it was not meant to be.
Now I'm standing all alone
I'm trapped on the inside.
As the screams come closer
A mournful sound I cried.
With trembling I wake me up
The sweat I wipe away.
This is one of the reasons
I don't sleep night or day.
So the words are written
As I look around the room.
No peace do I find within me
On this quiet afternoon.
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In the quiet of an afternoon
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