Song parody of
Soft Dreams
by Annsofie Salomon
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Sheen of moon, sun striking
Took my heart as if
It were green
Bellies turn in their sleep at night
And by grace it’s gone in time
Sweet salt warm bindings
Brave love dream racked
In my veins
While you stream low I contrive
For the space in time gone out of mind
But all the young hopes are leaving
To where the soft dreams float
But the old barns are breathing a bodiless cold
With bullet holes in the sealing
The ground is overgrown
And the old barns are breathing
You won’t grow old
A frail wind bares a warning
Turning golden waves dissolving
Nightfall faces all colorless
And the porcelain weight
Has gone out of them
But all the young hopes are leaving
To where the soft dreams float
But the old barns are breathing
A bodiless cold
With bullet holes in the sealing
The ground is overgrown
And the old barns are breathing
You won't grow old
You won't grow old
Sheen of moon, sun striking
Took my heart as if
It were green
Bellies turn in their sleep at night
And by grace it’s gone in time
Sweet salt warm bindings
Brave love dream racked
In my veins
While you stream low I contrive
For the space in time gone out of mind
But all the young hopes are leaving
To where the soft dreams float
But the old barns are breathing a bodiless cold
With bullet holes in the sealing
The ground is overgrown
And the old barns are breathing
You won’t grow old
A frail wind bares a warning
Turning golden waves dissolving
Nightfall faces all colorless
And the porcelain weight
Has gone out of them
But all the young hopes are leaving
To where the soft dreams float
But the old barns are breathing
A bodiless cold
With bullet holes in the sealing
The ground is overgrown
And the old barns are breathing
You won't grow old
You won't grow old
