Spring slipped into my dream last night
young, innocent and alive
it played with the strings of my heart
then gently drifted into summer's longing,
sticky hot, and filled with passion.
I held it in that place between sleep and dawn
for quite some time,
only to awaken in a bed of autumn,
Winters chill just beyond the window.
young, innocent and alive
it played with the strings of my heart
then gently drifted into summer's longing,
sticky hot, and filled with passion.
I held it in that place between sleep and dawn
for quite some time,
only to awaken in a bed of autumn,
Winters chill just beyond the window.
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