If you wear this silver bonnet
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I will sew my heart upon it
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For this bonnet makes you seem
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Like someone I met in a dream, a dream
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I won¡¯t wear your silver bonnet
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Not unless some gold¡¯s put on it
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You can take your dreams back home
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I have plenty of my own, my own
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Tell me something distant sister
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If I found my dream and kissed her
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Would this vision of perfection
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Turn into my own reflection
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Who or what I am escapes me
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Every changing minute shapes me
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What I get is what I yearn for
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Dreams are what I gladly burn for
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In her cradle we have rocked her
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Tended by the dreaming doctor
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Now she waits in sleeping beauty
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For some prince to do his duty
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Irreversible Neural Damage
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Kevin Ayers |