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Soft in essence purity, came to me in blissful dreams, |
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And bade me follow sleepily to sights we few have never seen, |
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I dropped down to join her view, I fit quite well her feline saunter, |
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Rings and echos past we two, a sing-song call did beckon her, |
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And with her heart she looked at me, |
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saw me as a fellow being, |
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It seems she was about to speak, |
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of other worlds and times. |
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Further on we made our way, towards a bright and shining chamber, |
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Where others greeted gracefully and bowed to her with royal charm, |
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And then the group began to dance, to a distant melody, |
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And when I did awake at last, she lay sleeping next to me, |
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And with her heart she looked at me, |
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Saw me as a fellow being, |
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It seems she about to speak |
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of other worlds and times. |
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And in her eyes I gaze forever, it's the deepest understanding, |
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Of a long forgotten queen, in these dreams of mine. |
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And I have often pondered who she may really be, |
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The soul of someone once close to me, in these dreams of mine, |
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In these dreams of mine, in these dreams of mine. |
