Maura
mia, cara mia
when
lovers rest their heads
do
they dream behind blue eyes
in
half-empty beds
do they stir at 2 a.m.
fall asleep and dream again
do they call out in their sleep
and pray someone their soul to keep
Maura
mia, cara mia
is
what escapes my lips
and
then i fall back into sleep
across
an ocean so wide . . . so deep
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