12/23/11

I can hear the soft breathing 
Of the girl that I love, 
As she lies here beside me 
Asleep with the night, 
And her hair, in a fine mist 
Floats on my pillow, 
Reflecting the glow 
Of the winter moonlight. 
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She is soft, she is warm, 
But my heart remains heavy, 
And I watch as her breasts 
Gently rise, gently fall, 
For I know with the first light of dawn 
I'll be leaving, 
And tonight will be 
All I have left to recall. 

Oh, what have I done, 
Why have I done it, 
I've committed a crime, 
I've broken the law. 
For twenty-five dollars 
And pieces of silver, 
I held up and robbed 
A hard liquor store. 

My life seems unreal, 
My crime an illusion, 
A scene badly written 
In which I must play. 
Yet I know as I gaze 
At my young love beside me, 
The morning is just a few hours away.



(Simon & Garfunkel, Wednesday Morning, 3 am)

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