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Stranded at the light house I think I saw my sister there Oregon in light house We are conjuring the surf and waves A path to reach the alcoveÂ And me barefoot far behindÂ Passing by the white houseÂ An old man was mowing his lawnÂ And when I woke were still present in my mind It was some dream Some dream Matthew lead the consort We all stoned in disbelief Clambered up the hillside And I am cursing my naked feet There above the ridge-line Amidst the plants so overgrown A cavern mouth and trailway We all crouched the capered through And at the end there was a hole through which we looked To such heights To such heights It was some dream From Letras Mania