The artist of the soul can paint you a dream And though only a dream it may be It is the dream that creates the life The dream that holds the key Run my hand through your soul Tell me who to be Sing to me through fairy tales The lies teach me to see Sleep well sweet prince The night is here to take the day away Than tomorrow comes so sadly And I'm wishing you would stay
Reason for writing:
The poem would no longer be dear to me if I was to tell.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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