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For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her

John Frusciante

What a dream i had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline
Of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rain

I wandered empty streets down
Past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alleyways
As i walked on

And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
Of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand

And when i awoke
And felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears
Oh i love you, girl
Oh i love you






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