O Xerxes, my dear Xerxes:
it was the dream itself that enchanted me.
As Xerxes the Great, wise, just, and brave
did conquer the Greeks, then from them did flee.
Lusting for what is only memory,
I chased my passion to be enslaved.
It was the dream itself that enchanted me.
From love there is no remedy.
Fool's gold is what I crave.
Did conquer the Greeks, then from them did flee.
Fool's fire fashioned from ecstasy.
It should have been me I was eager to save.
It was the dream itself that enchanted me.
Like Xerxes, I will not go willingly
as my ship is buried beneath the waves.
Did conquer the Greeks, then from them did flee.
My dream of love was a vulgarity.
Never to be won, consigned to the grave.
It was the dream itself that enchanted me.
Did conquer the Greeks, then from them did flee.
O Xerxes, my dear Xerxes.
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