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The Heart knows what the Mind denies
It tells me through dreams
Of thoughtful brown eyes
Of afternoons spent lounging in the shade,
Of summer days, watching blue skies fade
Of times yet to come
And memories not yet made
Of our past, of the last, of the times there were before
All those times I missed Opportunity at the door
All at once, from this dream I wake
And bittersweet is the first breath I take
For it seems the Hearts dreams
Are no better than the Minds lies
For both are just misery, in different guise
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My heart knows what my mind denies.
It tells me through dreams of thoughtful eyes staring dreamily up at clear skies.
It speaks of evening walks and winding talks and a love newly realized.
But the hearts dreams are no better than the minds lies, for neither is true, but merely dreams of a love I never knew.
