They had the palace of their dreams
One moment in the shining sun:
The world kept ever turning, running
Forward on its steady run
And lust turned into apathy,
Ceramic tiles into dust;
Children grew estranged and moved
And faces, bodies aged, as must —
And now – these people I knew not
Their hopes and fears crowd round my head
The past / the present all the same
The living here among the dead
And somewhere out past you and me
Inside a crumbling house hard-by
There lives the king of dethroned dreams
The place all wishes go
To die
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