If the tops of waves
Were topped of with dream frosting
For the days of longing abating
Now there is something
Not sure exactly
A kind of dream
Not sure exactly
The paths are coming into view
Then i learn to multiply myself
Kiss the sun
Kiss the moon
Life is but a dream.
Were topped of with dream frosting
For the days of longing abating
Now there is something
Not sure exactly
A kind of dream
Not sure exactly
The paths are coming into view
Then i learn to multiply myself
Kiss the sun
Kiss the moon
Life is but a dream.
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