Pure imagination
On platform five, or platform six
A train pulls in and slows
It’s no surprise to me or you
We’re both in jeans for clothes
We’ll take a walk along the street
At first our words may stall
I hope you’ll see beyond the fact
That I’m not strong or tall
But now it’s time for treats for us
We’ll go have some high tea
And see inside each other’s minds
They’ll speak to you and me
And when light fades and Big Ben beams
We’ll find a nice calm place
To sit with dear Miss Gale and dog
I’ll see smiles on your face
I don’t know if this shall come true
These are just some vague plans
To spend time with you I’d like much
Who knows we might hold hands
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