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Feb 2012
No dream
And no fantasy
Come to me now
I want reality
I want your flaws
And your moods
That’s what we are
A race that broods

From you
I expect no less
From me
Why don’t you guess?

Yes
I am the same
As you
So are you game
To pay the price
Of who you are?
To risk rejection
To rip open an old scar?

Come to me
In the daylight
So I can see
What I will love at night
I do not want darkness
I need the sun
Because I walk in what I see
Let me be the one
Let me be the answer
Let me be real
As you are
And from fantasy we will steal*



Copyright 2012. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona
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