Daylight crept in unwarranted;
we had danced the entire night.
You were just like a dream to me;
you were something unique.
Bright-eyed, blue-eyed, in drunken haze:
I put out my hand and I only felt the air.
And you became just a dream to me;
you were something unreal.
Thudding in my head killed the clouds,
and hastily, easily, I soon forgot you.
Yet you weren't really a dream,
you were just the dream I had.
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