| Soft in essence purity, came to me in blissful dreams
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| And bade me follow sleepily to sights we few have never seen
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| I dropped down to join her view, I fit quite well her feline saunter
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| Rings and echos past we two, a sing-song call did beckon her
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| And with her heart she looked at me
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| Saw me as a fellow being
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| It seems she was about to speak
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| Of other worlds and times
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| Further on we made our way, towards a bright and shining chamber
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| Where others greeted gracefully and bowed to her with royal charm
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| And then the group began to dance, to a distant melody
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| And when I did awake at last, she lay sleeping next to me
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| And with her heart she looked at me
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| Saw me as a fellow being
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| It seems she about to speak
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| Of other worlds and times
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| And in her eyes I gaze forever, it’s the deepest understanding
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| Of a long forgotten queen, in these dreams of mine
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| And I have often pondered who she may really be
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| The soul of someone once close to me, in these dreams of mine
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| In these dreams of mine, in these dreams of mine |