The Restless Dream of You
Bejeweled, fifteen hundred miles high
Reaching into her sky: We....
Are getting old before our time
We'll leave the television as the radio behind
Stepping out of time; beyound their night
Sprawling on these fringes be her city
We are meant to board her; where all is One
Love and she is us this beautiful bride; embellished
Majestic's bright kryptonite; Your, the talk of the town: Victoria.
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