We lay in bed,
We lay very close.
And listened to the narcissus grow.
We hard the silver moon rise,
I heard his eye lids blinking,
He heard my hair rustling.
We saw fantastic visions,
We dreamed our wolds together,
No-longer separated but linked by our finger tips only,
linked by eyes.
Eyes of midnight bright,
Eyes of perceptual might.
.dreams never end when you believe
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