My fireplace...
And rocking chair
Beside the only my companion
The speechless creature
Burking dreams.
And to remember, magic moments
When we were close, the morn was young
and precious pearls of stars were dying
awaiting rising of the sun.
And to remember moonlight falling
Across the lake as silky scarf
But don’t you care and don’t you worry
It’s only dreams that I have got.
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