Wings to fly, I could do without
Without roads to unravel, I could go on
Without the green plains, I would persist
Without dreams, where would I begin
They’d haunt me, the violet skies
The bitter cold would torture me
The darkness could embody me
Dreams, they’d give me a new lease of life.
Torn pages, stories would have
Dried would have all the oceans
Solemn maybe the music
Dreams are all I’d have
Rags
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