In your dreams, do you fly through the clouds?
Wild as a bird, free as the breeze.
Or do you wander the beach where the surf is loud?
Am I in your dreams? Tell me else my heart freeze.
In your dreams, while you walk,
Do hidden eyes watch your every act?
Does your heart beat fast like a ticking clock?
Am I in your dreams? Is this a fact?
In my dreams are hidden eyes.
Watching, waiting, following me.
But strangely, when they leave, my heart dies.
Are you in my dream? Is it you I see?
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