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Lyrics: The stories she told me of long ago Started with love and ended in sorrow. The peaks of the mountains disappear, Eroded by heartbreak and all her tears. It started one Sunday afternoon, Spirits recognize We made love in the subtlest of ways. Why… Home… Break… |
Title: “Of Dreams”Album: “On: Audio”
BPM: 125 Key Signature: E Time Signature: 6/8 Subject: Dreaming / Infatuation / Loss On a warm Sunday afternoon, with the sun shining down, cotton drifting in the wind and the flowers in full bloom all around him, a young man falls asleep under a large maple tree. In his dream, the young man meets a young woman with unearthly beauty. She explains to him that she saw him for the first time as he was laying there under the tree, but she recognized him as if they’ve known each other for eons. Even their simple touching of hands, subtle shifts in their gaze, or the hair rising on their arm as they flush, is love electrified. In one fleeting moment they share an eternity of rapturous love, but in the next moment, the man can feel the gravity of wakefulness tugging at him. He fights the weight of reality, but is ultimately overcome by it and their love is lost forever.
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