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i had a dream and i awoke with it
mysterious night
my sorrow, when she's here with me
uplifting, as the wind blew
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
beautiful
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
i am old and blind
stir
take my bracelets
but alas, just dreams
do you hear the rain?

 



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