With you, always in my dreams,
You and me standing, at the edge of a
bamboo forest,

Listening to the sounds of a thousand
flutes, as the wind blows softly,
singing a lullaby at sunrise,
carrying soft memories, from a distant land.

As the sun rises, I look around.
Where have you gone, my dream?
Have you gone home to where fantasies live?

A sad but beautiful place,
of snow-capped mountains
and fields of golden grain,

Where rainbows shine, all day,
And thunder sounds, all night?

A place where you dream of you and me
standing tall at the edge of a blue ocean, looking west
with ocean waves singing a loving lullaby, as the sun sets…

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