The dreamer who sits on the sunset bay,
Waiting there quietly for the last light of day.
For what comes next he does not know,
But in his mind it will show.
Unknown creature tales upon,
Future present things that have gone.
A winding road nobody can tell,
The greatest heaven the deepest hell.
He might dream of a royal musketeer,
Or dream of a tramp who sheds a tear.
The love of his life he might see,
A song bird phoenix a little buzzy bee.
But today he dreams of his death so low,
In a coffin underground he’ll go.
That will be his life through,
Not knowing that this dream comes true.
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