And so began my confession
I wrestled with the question
And considered my transgressions
But in the end I gave up and gave in
Perchance to dream
All is chance and change
And drifting into the wind
Into the future again and again
I hunt the chance to win a dream or two
To put in my pocket
To wear on my shoe
A kiss, a wink, a smile, a sigh
You and I alive in the heat of the night
Hands clasped tight
Turn out the light love...
I must think of, speak of, be free of -- love
GLO
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