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White skin in linen, perfume on my wrist And the full moon that hangs over, these dreams in the mist Darkness on the edge and shadows where i stand I search for the time on a watch with no hands I want to see you clearly so come closer than this These dreams go on when i close my eyes Every second of the night i live another life These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside And words that have no form are falling from my lips These dreams go on when i close my eyes Every second of the night i live another life The sweetest song is silence that i've never heard
Funny how your feet in dreams never touch the earth In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss But the prince hides his face from dreams in the mist
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