I need thee not for mad dreams are mine to bind,
Dreams built on sweet illusions that one has
When touched by thee.
The sun is high, my spirits low,
And thy beautiful candour
I must hold
For in noontide hours, Oh love,
Secure and strong
I dip my feet into the vast ocean of life,
Stretching to infinity,
Countless,
Magnificent
For mad dreams are mine to bind,
Swimming in thy vast ocean of love.
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