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| Drying Hair As we lay here in the water Making stories of the clouds above One day we will be on that cloud Looking down at this water This is nice This reminds me of dreams I've had Where I woke up smiling and Wishing they were true Your hair is drying now All that seems to do is remind me that the time I leave Is getting closer Wishing there were a button I could press to stop Everything but me and you We will get back into the water and dream about the Dreams that are soon to Come true |
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