As you slept,
your head
leant softly
against my arm.
And I looked
at you there
and imagined
you were mine.
Yeah, I know,
I know
it didn't mean
anything.
But, right there,
with each breath
I was living
like a king.
I barely knew you,
you did not know me,
and what I meant to you
remained to be seen.
But togetherness
was there with us
and, just for a moment,
a loser began to win
and the world
was a beautiful place again.
A beautiful place again . . .
A beautiful place again . . .
A beautiful place again . . .
A beautiful place again .

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