brittle are the dreams remembered

Fragile

( soon gone )

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Tomorrow will come

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some say she died

Some say there is no thing as death

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Soon a young man on the road shall come

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Small hut with a thatched roof

Same ole baby inside cryin

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The quiet night and she come

Into the dream as real

We made up a story fore the dawn

Brought us to this distant place

Of loneliness

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We are the seed of a new world

We shall be here on the first day

In the garden

We create