B l u e P a r a d e - A S a r a h S l e a n F a n s i t e
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Aveiled and stranded there, nowhere You speak to me of fate We even set a date Could not tell, Michelle I never said and you pretended not to hear I chose not to reveal for fear You speak to me of dreams You speak to me of schemes And I fell, Michelle We swim in sands of hope, relentless grey And what would Freud say? He'd say, you speak to me of dreams You speak to me of schemes And I fell, Michelle |