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AmIn the Fhalf-tone liGght of a yDoung morniAmng
she siCghs and shiftDs on the pillEow.
And acrFoss her faceG dancing, Dthe first shadows Ffly
to kGiss the Pussy WiAmllow.
AmIn her Ffairy-tale wGorld she's a loDst soul siAmnging
in a sCad voice noboDdy heaErs.
She waiFts in her caGstle of maDke-bFelieving
for her wGhite knight to aAmppear.
AmPusy Willow --- down fuCr-lined aGvenue
Ambrushing the sleep from her yFoung woman Geyes.
AmRuns for the train --- see, eight o'clock's Gcoming
Fcutting dreams down to sGize agaiDn.
REST THE SAME HALF TONE UP
Pussy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue
brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming
cutting dreams down to size again.
She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing
an apartment in old Mayfair.
Or to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring
or to die for a cause somewhere.
Pussy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue
brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming
cutting dreams down to size again.
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