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Dreams

A dream I dreamt,
One I meant to see.
A dream it was
A dream 'twas meant to be.

Your hands in mine,
A glimmer of destiny,
A flutter of peace
A cottage by the sea.

A dream I dreamt,
One I meant to see,
A dream it was
A dream 'twas meant to be.

As I snuggled into your lap
The smoke billows out of our chimmney
And as the sun sets in the west,
Sends golden ribbons over our abode by the sea.

A dream I dreamt,
One only I could see,
Only a dream it remained
A dream that was never meant to be.

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