Mess
I've met you in my dreams
Randomly, with no mean.
Shuffled pictures
Hot chocolate
The scent of burning firewood
An italian restaurant
Red and white
A mystical winter night.
Now shuffled phrases
Stardust,Desmond's cool whistle
Tankian's lyrical vocals.
I've met you in my dreams
Among all this mess
I still can remember your sweet traces
Your unforgetable perfume.
Then I close my eyes again
Wishing to find you
To reach you
To tell that all this wasn't in vain.
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