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touch of painted curls
lay me down, please 
9th-Aug-2003 01:41 am
Just now, listening to an old song, I was struck by how pretty it is. It's one of those songs I remember with nostalgia, so thoughts of impending cheese clouded around me as I looked up the lyrics... but nah... they're still pretty. Yay. :)

It felt like springtime on this February morning
In the courtyard birds were singing your praise
I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright
I carried them with me today.... now

As I lay me down to sleep
This I pray
That you will hold me dear
Though I'm far away I'll whisper your name into the sky
And I will wake up happy

I wonder why I feel so high
Though I am not above the sorrow
Heavy hearted
'Til you call my name
And it sounds like church bells
Or the whistle of a train
On a summer evening I'll run to meet you
Barefoot barely breathing

It's not too near for me
Like a flower I need the rain
Though it's not clear to me
Every season has its change
And I will see you
When the sun comes out again

~As I lay Me Down, Sophie B. Hawkins
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