Refrain

There is music in my dreams
(from a play I saw recently)
The words I won't remember
when I rest myself from sleep

In the dream, an old friend keeps staring
I don't know why I never noticed before
In the dream, it seems so obvious
But I keep my eyes trained on the floor

Another friend, long-gone, asks me
why I don't just break the spell
I fold my arms against him
Because it's too early to tell

And the music comes in softly
our unrequited love in chorus
I realize it's actually much too late
to fix the situation before us

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I have another, but I'm not sure if I'll post it. Not even sure if I like this one, but there you go.