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The Spinning Wheel
I asked you if you'd wake me up.
It seemed the simplest of things.
But as you battled through the thorns
To steal away my dreams,
You stopped somewhere along the way
Where others set in stone
Begged of you to stay, oh stay,
And leave me on my own.
You pencilled in moustaches
On lips that were solemnly dumb
On lidless eyes you drew in glasses
As I waited for you to come.
When you arrived,
Kicked in the door,
And broke a chair or two,
And hastened to my bedside
You knew that you were late,
And time waits for no man, ...