I asked a passing stranger,

If her favourite colour I could be.

Conjure magic in her bedroom,

Fly seagulls over her sea.

If you’re a Scorpio she said,

Then everything is fine,

I’ve an eternity to spare,

For just a little time.

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So I spun her my daydreams,

Woven in the night,

We laughed and prayed together,

In flickering candlelight,

But soon her burning candle,

Called her master back on home,

Saw his hand on the door handle,

A reflection in the chrome.

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Left her picture on her bed,

Along with a shattered past,

With so few yesterdays,

Can the future ever last?

I see only the rainbows,

She sees only the rain,

I asked a passing stranger,

If she would pass this way again.