What a lovely
What a lovely dream it was
I loved it
I loved the dream
and sometimes I dreamed it was real
and sometimes loved it as if it were real
It was real for me
when I dreamed it
the dream, that was
and then it was a dream
I never got the nerve to call you
I left the cult; you died there
In my dreams, I do too
Awake, any hell is better
I wonder where you are, Mari
Azure skies, Mari, your navy skirt
bouncing on the basketball court
You asked me if I danced ballet.
I left the cult, you died there
in my former sisters’ arms.
Would you like to talk now?