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Dream In A Coma...
a picture of us
in an unfamiliar age
i stood there and watched you dance
wearing a crown of flowers
and a royal dress
although i knew you werent
a princess
you were my own
the trees were the color
of smooth glowing flame
four angels our guardians
stood there in harmony
with that beautiful day
if there ever was
an eighth day of creation
it was that day
the day blessed and christened
by the goodness of our fate
but the coming of the sun
burns that picture
the morning slashes the wrist
of that heavenly sensation
of that experience
again
you didnt tell me your name
you didnt speak to me
i know you loved and cared for me
but now i am awake
and now i am empty
