Fantasies, like Words, Await What's Real
Music:
Blow the Wind Southerly.
Sequenced by
Barry
Taylor.
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Fantasies, like words, await what's
real, Anchored only when attached to things. The dream of fatherhood, that long-sought dawn, Has now become the light of early morn, Exact and merciless in what it brings: Riches to which one can only kneel. 'Mid all the truths the package will reveal, Sensing well the wonder as it sings, Drawing well the world to which it's drawn, A love beyond all words will give you wings, Yielding joys beyond what you can feel. |
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