I am dreaming in images
Of witches of the medieval times
In ancient and faded villages
Or life that was full of crimes

I am dreaming of arms full of roses
Of delight and the sweet idleness
The offbeat rhythm of the proses
Or protest songs of righteousness

I am dreaming of the taste of love
Of staying together side by side
And with the freedom like a dove
Or lives bound to be tied

I am dreaming of love as decision
To make the best of me
It is a joy to envision
Or how to be the best I can be

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