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meet me again in my next dream where my skies are filled with light from the stars shooting across the sky and the moons reflection is beaming in your eyes meet me again in my next dream where the wild flowers smell of your aroma and the grass kisses our feet as we run barefoot through it meet me again in my next dream where the clouds spell out our names and sprinkle it's rain upon our bodies as the birds sing in its perfect harmony meet me again my love in my perfect dreams.
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