and I can't reach out
when I'm sleeping
Love is just a dream
I'm never without
when she's with me.
She lives far from me.
When I'm looking down
and whisper the words
you find yourself
away
away from me.
Living so free
with the past out
speaking happily
Sunny in the wind
Leaving her hair down
roll down the hill
The past shall not repeat.
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