Daydream Whenever I day dream, and day dream I do, in my secret garden, I day dream of you. I day dream of you, in a faraway land; embracing me tight and holding my hand. Holding my hand, and touching my face. Just you and me, in this peaceful place. In this peaceful place a pristine river flows. Where the unicorns run, a breeze always blows. A breeze always blows and sings of a song; our love in a place where you're never gone. Where you're never gone is as it
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