Sunday, September 5, 2010

Dreams, dreams, dreams
A place to run and hide
In the space of one night
I lived and then I died
I ran along the tops of clouds
Swam in the deepest seas
Had tea with the fairest maids
Climbed the tallest trees
I ran across the widest plains
Walked in the coldest land
And throughout every scenic trip
You were there to hold my hand

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