The car turns around the bend
I throw my head back
To catch a glimpse of her by the window
We have an intense resemblance,
I know we do,
She is me
From long ago,
From a forgotten era
From another world
I dare not bring her along to work
She is awfully naughty, you see
Peddling dreams, spouting poetry,
And what a boisterous laugh she has
I’m afraid she’ll ruffle some feathers here
And leave me to do all the explaining
(And oh! I am so terrible at that)
And so I leave her at home
I bet she is not pleased with that
But she is a naughty one I know
For when I return
I can see her eyes are brimming
With her adventures of the day
But the stories are not to be told, she says,
You have not the heart to listen,
And I have my secrets to keep
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