I'm in search of a person,
I won't ask her to be good to me
Though I would like her to be talking
For words is all I have, to share
I don't garb with richness or with wealth
My life hasn't borne the fruit of bliss
And she must know this quite well
I'm running away from reality
And her dream must keep me in it
She don't have to be beautiful
She don't have to be great
All she has to be is true
And smile and cry, at least.
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