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Up from the pastures of boredom
Out from the sea of discontent
They come in packs like hungry hounds
Up the seekers of the dark enchantments
They hold the boulevards in bars
They pray to wishing wells and stars
They ride the hurricane of hope
Not looking back but on they go
Towards the distance and deceiving
And all the while they keep believing
They are special and apart
Lovers
Lovers of the heart
Lovers
And when they pair off two by two
They feel they are the chosen few
And though their beds are made of straw
It feels like velvet in the night
And so the night is never-ending
So made of distance and pretending
Because they're special and apart
