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Elizabeth how come it seems
you like to dance within my dreams
my mind is such a chilly place
I even got a broken vase

It gives me warmth, it makes me strong
I try to sing a worthy song
your dance completely knocks me out
I find my way, I loose my doubt

But when I wake and you're not here
I loose myself and burst to tears
Where is the Lord, the holy one
I see the moon, where is the sun

But then I suddenly can see
you standing right in front of me
it's not a dream, it is too clear
I havent felt you quite this near

And straight from God the spririt say
come join the lizzy-dancing way
There is a drug for those insane
a healing balm in nights of pain.

Not to get particular here, but wouldn't this be Part 2... ? Did my response to you regarding Jarkko's posting prompt this? So, I need to be careful about what I say, eh ? Are you engaging in astral projection? Thank you again, of course . However, there are some pretty high expectations being presented here .

This was the original text. It got lost on the internet and I had to try all over, since it was written straight screen(as do most of my tiny pieces) Someone I dont know got this text, and yesterday mailed it back.

peter

Ahhh....now I understand. Thanks for clearing up the confusion. You know, of course, that the reality "never" measures up to the imagination , right? One of life's cruel jokes .