Better Days

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I dream of better days to come
Of winds that softly kiss my face
Of morning dew, so fresh and sweet
That drips and dries beneath the sun

I dream of blue skies smiling down
Of birds that sing and fly so free
Of tulips dancing in the wind
To a song that has no sound

I dream of lying in the night
Of crickets singing to the stars
Of warmth that burns me from within
When you are all that's by my side





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