I Dream
Sometimes when I look into the deep blue skies,
I dream of tomorrow and days gone by.
I float across the oceans of the bright fluffy clouds.
I tip toe across raindrops and try not to make a sound.
I shout from the heavens and dance with the stars
I hang out on Saturn and dream about Mars.
I whisper sweet nothings to the man in the moon
and slowly drift off with hopes to return soon.
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