When I see you in my mind, this is what I see:
A lady clothed in scarlet robes by a glinting sea.
She sings a gentle song that catches setting sun
And turns it into liquid notes as if by angels spun.
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Wrapped up in my dreams, nothing can go wrong
Night is moonlit and the days are long
Thoughts are reality, my world is my own song,
And butterflies don’t get trapped in spiderwebs.
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The door is shut, the window is open.
The gossamer curtains are dancing in the breeze
And I hear, distantly, a squirrel chattering in the trees.
The world is quiet here.
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Dear girl,
Words are words, faulty things
One word can mean, well, anything.
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The chimes upon the arbor
Are set to ring!
Harken, all ye peoples -
Hear them sing:
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Your road is set before you, a road that’s paved in stone
Stone from distant planets of galaxies unknown
It’s lined with trees and columns, all woven tight with vines
That cast across your future shades of tangles lines.
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Words, words, words.
So many, many words.
So many words.
So many worlds.
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I was down
I was weary
I was running
About to faint
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