The Theatre of Pure Imagination. (1 min 9 sec)
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1. She lives in my head.
In the realm of my thoughts, where she resides, A vision of beauty, ever-changing tides. A creation of my mind, yet so vivid and real, In the theater of my imagination, she does appeal.
A dance of images, a constant shifting play, Within my mind, they have their own say. I grapple with these phantoms, night and day, In this love-hate tango, they lead the way.
Rarely do I see her, with clarity so bright, Beyond the body's veil, into the Spirit's Light. We fail to unite in a sacred, divine flight, For bodies keep us separate, day and night.
Yet in the depths of thought, a chance we find, To merge Spirit with Spirit, to intertwine. In honesty, they've never met, you'll find, But in the realm of the mind, a love defined.
She, a creation, within my mental sphere, A love story written, for all to hear. In the theater of thought, let us draw near, To a love that's eternal, forever sincere.
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