An Occasional Dream

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I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed
And we'd speak of a Swedish room
Of hessian and wood
And we'd talk with our eyes
Of the sweetness in our lives
And tomorrows of rich surprise...
Some things we could do.

In our madness
We burnt one hundred days,
Time takes time to pass
And I still hold some ashes to me,
An Occasional Dream.

And we'd sleep, oh so close
But not really close our eyes
'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in
blue...
Gently weeping nights.
It was long, long ago
And I can't touch your name.

For the days of fate were strong for you...
Danced you far from me.

In my madness
I see your face in mine.
I keep a photograph,
It burns my wall with time.
Time,
An Occasional Dream
Of mine.
An Occasional Dream
Of mine.
An Occasional Dream
Of mine.

 

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