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She sang of a sleepwalker in Grenada
Sweet voice teasing notes from the evening air
Guitar humming in her hands
While she offered open arms
I walked through those streets in which I'd never set foot
I stared, entranced, watching the words flow
And feeling within them the absence of you
Lulled to sleep, she lowers my eyelids with her music
And I dreamed

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