I dreamt about you
There is always a burning passion in my dreams of you.
It's as if the thoughts of you is a fire
Consuming me slowly and slowly and slowly,
Till it leaves me burnt with desire.
I dreamt about you.
In this wildfire,
I saw my hopes and dreams light anew.
In this wildfire,
My metal mind melted and was refined.
I woke up only to the distant embers of you.
And as I watched them die one after the other,
A sad sorrow seized my senses.
A cutting cold corrupted my heart.
Oh if it weren't only a dream!
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