a billion to one.
a billion dreams take flight.
a billion lives slight
of hand, hand over your dreams
to the man, as he calls out your
name, name this land in
your mind.
as his hand moves over
the sky, a mystic memory comes
to form a vision out back
in line for the day.
as if this love
was a strange love,
love they say takes the anger out of thee,
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