(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)
I was walking down
A sunny street in town
In a dream
She was standing
In the shadow of a tree
In a dream
In my dream
She invited me
Inside her house to see
The walls were black
Black and white
Just like a woodcut
Printed down
In a dream
In my dream
And the wheel is turning
And the wheel is burning
And the wheel sung
O E O E O E O E O
On the table was a box of mica
Where I could see through
She said 'ruby'
I said 'red'
To me it looks like honey dew
Like your skin too
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