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Laura is the face in the misty light,

Footsteps teat you hear down the hall,

The laugh that floats on a summer night

That you can never quite recall.

And you see Laura, on the Train that is passing thru,

Those eyes, how familiar they seem.

She gave your very first kiss to you

That was Laura, but she's only a dream

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