Sunday, 19 October 2014


A tragic song will swell
In your breast, my love,
And the tears will
Blossom in your TV-lit eyes
And all the thousand thousand
Dreams of the thousand
Thousand thousand lives
You thought you’d have
Will come swimming up
And you’ll weep, my sweet
Because none of them are yours
But I’ll be with you
Just the same, my heart
A thousand thousand times
I’ll grasp your fingers
Just as tightly as I can
Lie down beside me, dear
And put your hand in mine
I’ll wrap your dreams
In pretty paper, and we’ll
Open them one day
And I’ll sing your song
And we’ll weep together
Because I am yours
And you are mine

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