La Clef de Songes
We dance. Either by
moon- or candlelight.
We dance, The snow be-
gins to fall. I put on my
bowler hat, you make sure
your shoes are on tight.
We dance, on the ceiling,
treat the snow as if it were
the sands of the desert &
we under acacia trees.
We dance until a thunder-
storm comes hammering
along. I eat an egg. You
drink a glass of water.
We dream.
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