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By Matt Schnirel
Ever feel like you can feel things
that aren't really there?
Somehow be able to sense things before they appear.
Well sometimes I do
And I'm just waiting for these pictures in my head
to all come true.
I don't know what it is
But that name has just always sounded right
I can see the pose, the smile, the dress, and the white
And its place on the wall that is ever so right.
I can see her dancing and crying on that very day
A feeling and a kind hand that takes me all the way.
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