There's a happy place I go at night,
In mind and heart, devoid of fright.
Surrounded by this dreamt-up place,
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I cry out to Lord Byron nightly,
And he comes to me between the realm of fantasy and reality.
He speaks through darkness and whispers of ethereal pain
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She walks the streets of the French Quarter...
striking at 3am
They named her Melinda, in this...
her immortal life
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Seduction personified with one look...
Her ivory skin a sheath of silk
Eyes of wanted coal watching with calculated temptation
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Under blackened sky and quiet space you approached...
my logic slipping away
As boundaries crashed, lines crossed...
hands inches away from each other's bodies
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Tick tock…
Tick tock…
That’s all she hears of the faint clock
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A million kisses showered on
His blonde and tousled head
The angels sang when he was born,
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Breathless,
Waiting for the sun to rise after you've gone
Dreamless,
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The wizard he waits with wand in his hand,
He's waited for ages to conquer this land
Secluded, he dwells, no friend and no mate...
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Manny the Mime lurks 'round Central Park,
Waiting for joggers who run after dark.
He draws on a smile,
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