I will dance with you on the toes of my dreams,
and the mirrors will show what this time means.
I will fight with the guns on the strings of my heart
and the things i've imagined will soon fall apart.
To the end of time when things don't make sense,
in the darkness admit that you dream of it then,
Reaching and touching the hands of the stars,
forgetting to remember the things that we are.
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