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You've turned into a side street
A wise move
No monks here, not even passers-by
You're still out of breath
Time to calm down
A black limousine comes down the lane and stops next to you
The back door opens
You don't hesitate to get in
The driver's a woman
She doesn't ask where to
She just starts to drive
And you sit in the backseat
Leaning back and closing your eyes
Soft music's soothing your trouble mind
The driver begins to talk to you as to a close friend
She knows your first name
She knows your past
She remembers your sins
Who is that woman
You know this voice
Can it be
It's your mother's voice
Giving you advice as always
No, it can't be your mother
She wouldn't be that young
Anyway, she's gone
"I'm used to reading your dreams,"
The woman, at the wheel, contents
"I know your secret wishes."
You ask, "Who are you?"
And she answers
"I always knew where to take you,
Look, here we are,
Time to get out."
A car has stopped in front of a magnificent villa
She walks you to the gate
Turning around she says
"Go, enter the realm of dreams."












































