It takes something close to forever
Holding your hand in my hand
To become tired of this presence
Or the sweetest, smallest, advance
Nervous energy arises
My fingertips feel on their own
And even though you hear me talking
These words, to me, are unknown
I'll be your Queen of Diamonds
If you promise to be my Bob Dylan
Sing me sweetly to sleep
And in the morning we can do it all over again
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