Laura is the face in the misty light,
Footsteps that 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 through;
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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She gave your very first kiss to you --
That was Laura, but she's only a dream.