I wish you were a record
That I could play again and again.
A happy tune to whistle
When my soul is wearing thin.
I wish you were a sweater
That I could wear when I am cold,
Softness wrapped around me
When I’m feeling weak and old.
I wish I were a pillow
Billowy on your beds,
A place for you to rest and dream
To lay your perfect heads.
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