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Forgive me please, for my imagination sometimes rules my tongue.
My mind, thinking glorious plans, weaving together our lives in the future.
Forgive me please, for my heart sometimes rules my mind.
My tongue speaking extravagant dreams, weaving together our lives in the present.
Forgive me please, for my soul sometimes rules my world.
Of ancient dreams and ancient verse, weaving together for our lives a past.

AEM -1999

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