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When I look into your eyes

I am dreaming

You are the clouds

The mountains

The sea

Why did you pick me?


I want to run 

Through a field of flowers

Together

The wind in your hair

Laughter on your face

You deserve the world


And I foolishly hope

Things will always 

Be this way

Because oh how happy I am

In this world we have made









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