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. . . . . . . . . . ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫♪ ♫ ♪ ♫♪
the strains of music dying.....
s o a k e d in a r i v e r of dreams
to be swept by d a r k c u r r e n t s
gurgling in the deep of night

the dragon's seductive breath
floating through windows and doors
billboards and neons glowing
cloying fast on roofs & floors

the children await wide-eyed
fed with what the world has made
innocence joining what is lost
emptying what Love had f i l l e d

beyond windows the footpath silent
whispers undisturbed in the stairwell
waiting the wait without arrival
the river of dreams flows on past home

as other alternatives arise
the dragon's breath renews in strength
not expecting but caressing
drowning new songs in this river of dreams

beneath those notes an old song blaring
without raising questions of long ago
alarming all that seek the answers
the answers have been there all along
♪ ♫ ♪ ♫♪ ♫ ♪ ♫♪  . . . . . . . . . .