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Feb 2013
Whispering on the phone,
You're gone but I am not alone,
In a different time, a different place,
So far away but I still see your face.

We are just two dreamers talking all night,
Just two dreamers making things right.

Everything from the past, my history,
Has disappeared and finally let me be,
For when I look into your eyes,
I am lifted and leave behind all my lies.

We're just two dreamers forgetting our sorrow,
Just two dreamers dreaming for tomorrow.
Matty
Western Wildflower
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Western Wildflower  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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