Queen of dreams
Queen of dreams
Nothing's ever as it seems
In my heart of hearts I know
You will be forever low.
You will fly above me now
You will reap what I will sow
Yet you'll flee when I come close
As if seeing something gross
You will match my bid for thee
You will hear not my plea
You will cast away my love
And forever fly above
Yet inside you will know fear
When I come you won't be near
Scarred and scared you will run
Faster than the evening sun
Into darkness; yet for naught
Were your efforts and your thought
For I catch up just to hear
Of another you endear
And to slowly walk away
Just to see you fall his prey.
Queen of dreams
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