Last night
Last night
Last night, the ceiling above me ached
It scared me, and made me think
Of you, I called out your name
Loud, very loud - you did not reply
I imagined your soft calm voice
Telling me to stop, stop thinking
Without success, thoughts
They ran through my head
When I woke, your words left my mouth
Make me a drink, I'm on my way
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