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do you have any dreams you'd like to sell


are you a child of the day or night?

are you made up of the dark or of the light?

this is not for me to decide

how long have you been alone?

they say you are lonely, hurt,

stung by your own pride

oh, what a man you are

the impurities that make a person unique and beautiful

how I love your dark curly hair

plasterted unevenly on your head

oh, how the women long to love you

but you can't forget her

your gypsy, your Rhiannon, your Sara

your Sister of the Moon, your Gold Dust Woman

you cannot forget her

she was your onely true love

you cannot marry your music

you cannot forget her

oh, Rhiannon, you cry

come back