If you wear this silver bonnet, I will sew my heart upon it
For this bonnet makes you seem like someone I met in a dream, a dream
I won't wear your silver bonnet, not unless some gold's put on it
You can take your dreams back home, I have plenty of my own, my own
Tell me something distant sister, if I found my dream and kissed her
Would this vision of perfection change into my own reflection
Who or what I am escapes me, every changing minute shapes me
What I am is what I yearn for, dreams are what I'd gladly burn for
In her cradle we have rocked her, tended by our dreaming doctor
Now she waits in sleeping beauty for some prince to do his duty

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