Occasionally I dream of that perfect night...
Of you brandishing that bottle of complimentary champagne...
Telling me I looked like a goddess in the balcony moonlight
And I mocking you on your taste in women and bow-ties...
We talked about everything I felt able to tell you
And we sketched frantically as though the Dawn would break our spell of talent...
You covered me in a silky throw and I giggled that you should behave like a gentleman...
The world looked so magical and serene from that point in time...
I turn to you now
That world is gone
A dream ruined
A cause betrayed...
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