A thousand dreams of empty nights,
Brought to an end, by your light.
A million hopes and fondest desires,
Overshadowed by a sadly fading fire.
Within my rage, my rage was my glee,
Till one dark night, he came to me.

A darkened angel with fingers of bone,
Showed the mask of love I thought I'd known.
And as he covered my eyes, once again,
I prayed this love not be in vain.

I loved to avoid any question of truth,
But, in this dream he mentioned you.
I didn't want to see the vision beheld,
For in this dream, from grace, you fell.
I did not want blind eyes to see,
How far I may drift from your memory,
I did not want to believe it true,
But, in this dream, he mentioned you.

I spoke not a word as he went on,
Those rare events, your heart of stone.
Those dreams I had that I loved,
Were merely dreams to be thought of,
When I tried to forget all else,
He made me see for myself.

Subtle suggestions right out of the blue,
Were only hints of what you'd do.
And certain times, how blind I'd been,
I prayed this love not be in vain...

Certain ways you are closing your eyes,
But, what I saw should not have surprised.
And those certain days we were apart,
I know I wasn't inside your heart,
In my fears, I feared the most,
Was revealed to me, by my ghost.

I loved to avoid any question of truth,
But, in this dream, he mentioned you.
I didn't want to see, the vision I beheld,
For in this dream, from grace you fell.
I did not want blind eyes to see,
How far I may drift from your memory,
I did not want to believe it true,
But, in this dream he mentioned you...

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