I long to sit under a tree
my eyes to gaze out far and wide
knowing you are out there playing
wishing to be by your side
Were we children playing
in fields of wildflowers
did our hearts reach out
and sing on their own power
My eyes now closed and dreaming
reaching out to touch your smile
dreaming souls run hand in hand
floating free for a short while
Before we even knew ourselves
did our dreams know one another
playing in those very fields
exchanging love one to the other
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