Where is the dream
When its gone in the morning
In a secret vault of pleasures
Locked from memory
Gone from my soul
Where is the dream
Now only sensation
I know there was splendour
In baroque castles of escape
And momentary clinches of joy
In realms of plenitude
Where is the dream
Oh where is the dream
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