You? You.
I'm remembering dreamsThat faded long long ago
I'm remembering a heart
That broke long long ago
I'm dreaming of a face
Forgotton long long ago
A stolen kiss and a forgotton glance
As our hearts dance in a masquerade
You? You.
I'm remembering dreamsThe true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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