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To France
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Sailing a restless sea From a memory, A fantasy. The wind carries Into white water, Far from the islands. Don't you know you're Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you? Never going to get to France. Could a new romance ever bind you? Like a shadow, Roaming in far off Territory. Over your shoulder, Stories unfold, you're Searching for sanctuary. You know you're By the lamp's flicker. Isn't it strange how Dreams fade and shimmer? By the lamp's flicker. Isn't it strange how Dreams fade and shimmer? Never going to.... Never going to.... Never going to.... |