The hand was wise, it knew how to hold
what was dumb was the head
too many thoughts, too many regrets
Messy dreams of love eternally mine
held out for me to browse, to peruse
The stupid head made choices
but the hand held on to silvery dreams
born in truthfulness, dressed as mess
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