Soft dreams
enchant evening
and linger past sunrise
of a sweet willow beside me
whom spirit truly is familiar with.
As we frolic through forever
I pin moonbeams to hair
more gentle than
soft dreams.
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Soft dreams enchant evening and linger past sunrise of a sweet willow beside me whom spirit truly is familiar with. As we frolic through forever I pin moonbeams to hair more gentle than soft dreams.
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