as the words go down on the water and dreams begin to
flicker
along the shore the red queen dances around her alter
while armies of desire march on
freedom is a magic few understand
the drums sound loudly echoing through the canyons of
regret
and ring through the mountains of lost chances providing
a score to the upcoming conquest
freedom is a magic few ever touch
magic comes from dreams lonely people never slept through
magic comes from dreams foolish people tried to live
magic comes from the empty spaces between lovers and friends
as the voices come over the water and shimmered dreams
retreat
into the morning dew the red queen smiles as she greets
me with a kiss
freedom is next to love
and freedom sleeps next to me
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