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When the sun comes up as you are
my dream shall end in your arms
When the moon comes up as you sleep
that's when my dream starts to slip
Not sure which one sings better
a nightingale or you
but your lips are softer
The morning fog always whispers
like you to my ears
The night rain always takes me
like you as a deer running into the forest
as we always dream together
but you are so afraid of going alone
A fairy tale mushroom
always grows by a fairy tale log room
where you may not feel like staying by yourself
until a bear or a coyote
knocks on the door
That's when you always stares them down
like a queen of the forest
a very sleek red fox
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