Through the fields of dreams I rode,
on the clouds I soar and float.
This is how it feels to fly,
clouds, skies, you and I.

From your lips I drank the dew,
to show you how much I love you.
I will make you a crown of flowers,
and admire you beauty for hours.

I will caress your pretty hair,
with dandelions everywhere.
Your smile‘s as a chamomile,
you’re a poppy, a rain neverstopping.

To hear you, to see you is a bliss,
so flying really feels like this.

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