Wednesday Morning 3 Am

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I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,
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As she lies here beside me asleep with the night,
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And her hair, in a fine mist floats on my pillow,
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Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight.

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She is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy,
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And I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall,
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For I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving,
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And tonight will be all I have left to recall.

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Oh, what have I done, why have I done it,
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I've committed a crime, I've broken the law,
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For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver,
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I held up and robbed a hard liquor store.

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My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion,
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A scene badly written in which I must play,
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Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me,
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The morning is just a few hours away.