it does not matter what you are
a mirage , an illusion or an impossible dream
concocted, for all I know
by the sum of my hoarded yearnings
what matters really is the fact
that the moment I first saw you
a lost river rose from my deepest deep
broke ground and quenched the waiting sands
the desert bloomed with the promise
that it will never wither again
a mirage , an illusion or an impossible dream
concocted, for all I know
by the sum of my hoarded yearnings
what matters really is the fact
that the moment I first saw you
a lost river rose from my deepest deep
broke ground and quenched the waiting sands
the desert bloomed with the promise
that it will never wither again
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