- Dream. (March 1991) By Stag © -

The silent mist begins to swirl
Within a shroud I see a girl
Dressed in silk like a gossamer wing
My heart begins to beat and I hear voices sing
She floats on high like a bird that's free
Oh! How I wish she was for me
Her eyes do shine like moonlit pools
As I look into them I feel like a fool
Her smile makes me burn with desire
My heart , my soul they are on fire
As in my mind I feel her charms
The way she holds me in her arms
With lips so pure she gives a kiss
This must be heaven for this is bliss
And yet .... as she turns away .
I live to dream...... Another day

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