Pure

Now you’re crying in your sleep
I wish you’d never learnt to weep
Don’t sell the dreams you should be keeping
Pure and simple every time

Dream of sights
Of sleigh rides in seasons
Where feelings not reasons
Can make you decide
As leaves pour down
Splash Autumn on gardens
As colder nights harden
Their
moonlit delights

Pure The Lightning Seeds

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