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The Optimist - Tom Rosenthal
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The Optimist Tom Rosenthal

The Optimist - Tom Rosenthal
Nothing is wanting
Just what I want
The birds wait till morning
The rain, it does not

Darkness is brewing
Galaxies away
Mug's on the table
Tea's going grey

All I want is here before me
And it's lonely

So I escape to your face
Your eyes in the stars
May they always find a way
To take me apart
You could say I was an optimist
Beaming like a fool
But I know where I found it
I found it in you

Quiet and empty
I feel kind of full
Of some kind of gladness
And nothing to do
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