I Thought I Knew What I Was Dreaming
I thought I knew
What I was dreaming:
The night time walks
And daytime talks
The future pledged of seeing;
The midnight phone calls
And certain gewgaws
The heart defined of meaning;
The swapping letters
And evening ventures
No longer seem existed;
The solemn promise
The spirit noticed
Refined and all retracted.
But all seems false
And love seems vain
I have no words of truce,
I'll drudge myself
In scattered pieces
And paint them with my youth.
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