Dreamer sending your vision into the night dreamer swinging your sword of light Running where the road is broken singing where no words are spoken I remember you when I was a girl how your bright eyes reflected the African planes you told me of Laos and the Ivory Coast and of all of your friends with unsayable names. you taught me to never hide my wings to strive for all the craziest things and always believe in the goodness of men you told me all this, and took off again… Dreamer let all the cynics laugh you’re on your own path. I remember you when you drank your beer the crack in your voice when you said, “don’t you worry you know I must go, but I'll come back again” in the book of your face I could read your story. a torch in the disillusioned night you raged, and raged and raged against the dying of the light! and I still believe in the goodness of men you told me all this and I'll say it again Dreamer let all the cynics laugh you’re on your own path. Running where the road is broken singing where no words are spoken.
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