Of prophecy
Of things that may come true.
I dream each night
Of prophecy,
Of fate,
Or what have you;
I dream each night
Of things
That can't exist or
Can't be true,
But every time I
Dream of fate
And always dream
Of you.
And when I wake,
From the light
through my
Windowpane,
I know it's happening,
The dream repeats
Itself again.
I dream each night
Of prophecy,
And all my dreams
Come true.
I dream each night
Of prophecy
And wake and cry
For you...
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