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Last night I had a dream
and you were there with me
so I held back my scream
you said, come on, this is our destiny
and I followed you down that path
and it was safe and beautiful
but my freedom had left its aftermath
and I ran towards the candle
that light that shone, true and clear
and led me far away from here
the words that called deep to my heart
telling me to go back to the start
and you waited for me, again
but I had learned my lesson by then
you would not allow me to speak
you pulled me down before I reached the peak
but I reached for the light,
and it caught me in its warmth
I turned back to see the fight
and your eyes were like a storm
I heard myself say things I didn't mean
but I could never unsay those cruel blades
you tried to win my heart back from where it had been
set out on another deceiving crusade
I held the pen in my hand
and then you started to understand
my meaning becomes mine when I write it down
and you, the king, had been uncrowned
I cast you out to the dark roads
what goes around comes around
and you got what you were owed
you came back to me without a sound
and you took back the things that you said
and brought my heart back from the dead
you said I didn't have to let you in
but I did, and here we are again
so where we go from here, I do not know
I will remember you if you choose to go
but I know, at least, that if dreams come true
then you're still here and I have you
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