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The last time I saw you in the middle of my dream you were eating lobster pudding and a bowl of ice cream the bow in your hair reminded me of yesterdays and enough of your mother who would shake her head and scream she had no time for your pity, no time for my dreams a tug in her life from when her father left her crying and I don't want to go to your home we'll just sit here and talk awhile before it gets too late I shouldn't have bothered to pick up the phone your love for me is so strong, but I think it's getting late last time I saw you in the middle of my dream you were eating lobster pudding and a bowl of ice cream the bow in your hair reminded me of yesterdays From Letras Mania