We met on a desert oasis
She brought a steeple filled with our dreams
And though I wandered quite lonely and naked
Through that holy night sky she pulled us together, yet
There were no rhymes left in our shadows
Nor dust between our stars.
As my perspective fell apart in
The palms of her golden hands
My thoughts fled over the horizon
With the painter and I locked hand in hand
Finally we had our tearful poem
"Many shadows without our dreams
We're nothing but shadows without our dreams
We are rhymes without shadows
We are shadows without our dreams."
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