‘tell me what you dreamed’
It slipped away somewhere into night
everything went black
frozen in fright
but behind the dust
not far out of sight
was the burning flame
of a beautiful light
so I made a vow
fallen love, fallen out
the gracious flight
but I’m not frightened
there is always the light
‘It’s vivid, my dear’
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