Epigram - I Love My Dreams by Alexander Search Lyrics
I love my dreams
I love my dreams
I said, a winter morn
To the practical man, and he, in scorn
Replied: I am no slave of the ideal
But, as all men of sense, I love the real
Poor fool, mistaking all that is and seems!
I love the real when I love my dreams
I love my dreams
I said, a winter morn
To the practical man, and he, in scorn
Replied: I am no slave of the ideal
But, as all men of sense, I love the real
Poor fool, mistaking all that is and seems!
I love the real when I love my dreams