Note: This is a SUPER rough draft, so please feel free to make suggestions! Thankya!
Sometimes I dream of clouds
Sometimes I dream of love
And sometimes I dream of soaring through the night sky above
Then one day, I met you.
Now I dream of you and me
sitting on the dock
listening to the ocean waves
and singing with the breeze
but then I realize,
I'm not dreaming
or fantasizing
or lying to myself.
We're really here, and this is really now, but it's just like a dream.
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