I open my eyes and it happens again
I’m dreaming awake

The peddler is at my door
Selling hearts for the broken

There is a tonic on the nightstand
To heal the scars of his love

Emerging from my story book
Is a love sick prince charming

The noise through my window
Is the God’s teardrops falling

So I begin to drift back to sleep
Where I can have a normal life...

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