Who knows
I might be just ignoring you
The words
Not saying, most important few
Those words.
Who knows
The reason why you're so mine
Through snows
And distance over years and miles
And loves.
Who knows
My life is passing like a chain
Of shows.
Till night when dreams come to the brain
When I fall fast asleep and slain
By shows.
Who knows,
Why dreams are all of you,
Why words are just a few,
Those words...
Who knows
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