Sitting in a crowded café
All at once I saw a dream
A vision stood before me, smiling,
And asked if she could take my cream
Such a woman, a gilded lady,
All my life I’d waited for her
Now She’s here, and talking with me,
So close not touching Beauty’s daughter
Of course, sweet maid, I answered coldly
What could I say to hold the moment
Trapped inside my dizzy head
All love’s wishes tied in torment
She smiled and turned walked to her table
Then glancing over shoulder said
Come join me, soldier of good fortune
Try and turn my pretty head!
Suddenly the room was turning,
Like a carousel in space
All I remember as the ground came to me
Was the smile on my tormentor’s face!
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