Laura

Patricia Barber

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Is the face in the misty light,
Footsteps that you hear down the hall,
The laugh that floats on a summer night
That you can never quite recall...

And you see laura
On a train that is passing through,
Those eyes, how familiar they seem!...
She gave your very first kiss to you...
That was laura, but she's only a dream...

She gave your very first kiss to you...
That was laura, but she's only a dream...