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On a bed of silken sheets he lay his head The pillow edged in gold and red
A palace in his prison walls A feast for all, there`s really only bread
Those walls shut out the world Leaving him to conjure up his own instead
He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams
A fantasy of sumptuous sensuality His reality
Where only straw the more his mind hallucinates Creates desire and fire
His thoughts pour out upon the page His thirst is never quenched, never tired
He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams And dreams
He builds himself a fortress Fills it with the lusty, beautiful and wise
Fantasy to fantasy His kingdom is a playground for desire
And he the king within his walls Deliberately locks the world outside
He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams
He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams And dreams
All the mind divine A cornucopia of pleasure in his mind
But just a little sad for all these things he had He waits and serves his time
With a wicked gleam he tastes his freedom And sets out to realise
His dreams, his dreams, his dreams, his dreams His dreams (repeat to fade)
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