Those dreams up in that crazy head of yours.
Filled with butterflies that start hurricanes
deep blue oceans waiting to swallow you whole.
Stay here with me on land
where steady people sway
Grab my hand
let your feet touch the sand
and run with me to the mountains
where no one will see
Oh my dreamer, full of howling winds and free flying birds
come back to me.
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