Ok, I'll Stop
Far more beautiful
Than anyone I know
Far, far away with you
I would like to go
To places one arrives at
By sea and not by land
Small uncharted islands
With pink and coral sand
I know that I'm a dreamer
A romantic pure at heart
And maybe you get tired
Of being the main part
In my grand flights of fancy
These dreams I have with you
But they're what keep me going
I hope that they come true
Do you?
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