The boy's got aerodynamics.
I swear he soared in here on a dream.
And I'm hoping that my catcher has him lingering on the strings.
So I can revisit the scene.
Every night of every day just him and me.
Every month of every year the way life deemed.
If only by dream.
So I can have what reality lacks while I sleep.
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