Текст песни David Bowie - An Occasional Dream
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I recall how we livedOn the corner of a bedAnd we`d speak of a Swedish roomOf hessian and woodAnd we`d talk with our eyesOf the sweetness in our livesAnd tomorrows of rich surprise...Some things we could doIn our madnessWe burnt one hundred daysTime takes time to passAnd I still hold some ashes to meAn Occasional DreamAnd we`d sleep, oh so closeBut not really close our eyes`Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue...Gently weeping nightsIt was long, long agoAnd I can`t touch your nameFor the days of fater were strong for you...Danced you far from meIn my madnessI see your face in mineI keep a photographIt burns my wall with timeTimeAn Occasional DreamOf mineAn Occasional DreamOf mineAn Occasional DreamOf mine