My dreams are mine

I've seen the cobbled streets before
I walked up that hill once too
The street is long
The shops are lined
Wedding dresses of white
Against Bosphorus blue skies...
And then I'm indoors
A place of chaos
A baby is born
You turn to me
You shout and scream
You try to find me
But its too late now

My dreams are mine to keep
Or mine to share

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