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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

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