.What's this? A little dust in my eye
Well I'm not the type to cry
It's four A. M. I'm standing by the bed where you lie
Sleeping the sleep of the newborn
I put [my] finger to your lips. Warm air.
Five A. M. You lift your hand and open it.
Then you slipped away. You slipped aw.
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