The Woman In The Box


 

When players play to pass a day
When lovers love and love to play
When the box is full of laughs
When the language full of gaffs
When the sweet words from hands spill
…When we all wish what we WILL
And look around an empty room
It was all word threads on a loom
We laugh we cry, are born and die,
We need we want, we dream, enchant
What I need most is for YOU HERE…
Whoever from the box comes clear.

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