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Versuri The libertine's dream
- Marc Almond

On a bed of silken sheets he lay his head
The pillow edged in gold and red.

A palace in his prison walls
A feast for all, there's really only bread.

Those walls shut out the world
Leaving him to conjure up his own instead.

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
And dreams.

A fantasy of sumptuous sensuality
His reality.

Where only straw the more his mind hallucinates
Creates desire and fire.

His thoughts pour out upon the page
His thirst is never quenched, never tired.

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
And dreams
He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
And dreams
He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
And dreams
And dreams.

He builds himself a fortress.

Fills it with the lusty, beautiful and wise.

Fantasy to fantasy

His kingdom is a playground for desire.

And he the king within his walls
Deliberately locks the world outside.

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
And dreams.

He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
And dreams
He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams
And dreams
And dreams.

All the mind divine
A cornucopia of pleasure in his mind.

But just a little sad for all these things he had
He waits and serves his time.

With a wicked gleam he tastes his freedom
And sets out to realise.

His dreams, his dreams, his dreams, his dreams
His dreams
(repeat to fade)