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Glossed over a likeness Of heavy, shaded empty spaces Blushed pink straight through An unfinished mood As she waits to Hopefully one day, Dream the right dream Between evening and morning and she Prays for nice dreams To over coat her eyes sleeping at least Painted over the sidewalk As the rain from portrait eyes falls And they shine right through The canvas to you As she waits till Quietly one day, This is the right dream Between surface and oil and now she Has a nice dream That softly paints her eyes Slumbering sweet From Letras Mania