Fantasize of the dream maker appearing, Foretelling the forthcoming of the power of the dream - world. As the queens and kings play their land for gold And the fortunate live the unexpected death of the love maker. The lady of the lake Burn in the passion of desire. Her heart was never important; Her lies were never true. The water turned black and the earth phantoms, While the queens and kings die poor. And the unfortunate live in the passionate desire of hate Thet rest inside their soul. Fantasize the world to become In the life that's unknown. The Dreams- World the was once lived, Shall die away and never show it's play. By Deborah Rose Tellor |
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