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This is a dream
Misty, surreal
The grassy mounds of ancient graves
We smile
As we tread the dead kings-
The roads of the past.
This is a church
These holy walls
Cloud-skirted and ivy-lined
We walk
Through the echoing songs,
So dense and black.
This is a fantasy
Circling light
Airy halls are decked with silk
We dance
Across the room I reach out
And fold you in my arms.