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Across The Seas

 I like watching you sleep/


She said, as I jostled and kneed/


My way on the mattress, stopping to think/


If you watch me, when do you actually fall into deep/


Rest yourself, it must be awful to be/


Kept up by my snoring, talking to me/


Not realizing that I've gone off the brink/


Of wakefulness and darkness until I'm startled and swing/


My arms up and cause you to spring/


Onto my chest laughing, harder than we've/


Ever done before, but you settle in and softly you sing/


I don't mind, because I love to listen to your heart as it beats/


The tears begin to pool and I cough and release/


Them in the present, because what once caused me to think/


I'd found Heaven on Earth is now a harsh memory/


But I bear it still, because though it carves and it cleaves/


And I lay there trembling, starting to bleed/


I know then I was alive for that part of the scene/


My recollection is sharp as the green/


Blades of grass in the lawn of our dreams/


In front of the house where we'd decorate the walls with the things/


Denied to us, but just know that I'll always believe/


In the best of us, even from across all the seas/

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