I think of you
I want to tell you, tell you everything
Tell you what warm, distant future tomorrow might bring
Do you remember?
We dreamed of a room together, far away
In some ancient college of new knowledge
A church to nourish our blasphemy
Dreams are what you make of them, my friend
I do not give up and I will not give in
I do not fly like a wasp caught between roses
Our dream is now my dream
And I dream of it for me
You were never my dream, my friend
This was.
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