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Dreams
When I was young I would dream
of a life far from where we are
I would lay in bed wide awake
thinking of a love that would go far
I would ponder the nights sky
with only the insignificant hope
that someone out there was doing the same
wishing for me while I tried to cope
He would come and sweep me away
like a whisper in the dead of the night
I would know him by his eyes
and in his kiss lose all fright
The one that could be everything
still sometimes I wish for him
waiting on cold and lonely nights
for the stranger of my every whim
In dreams he is always there
with a simple smile and a rose
in my life I wish him to be real
withing my dreams my love grows
I am infatuated with the ghost of love
someone that can never truly exist
my absolutely perfect stranger
that takes me far away ,into the mist
