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November Fantasies

In the cold of this November evening
Dreaming away to a far away land
Wanting to be with the prince that I'm seeing
Walking through these hallway bands
Running through these darkened forests
Flying through the haunted trees
One day I know, I'm sure, he'll find me
Sitting with my torn up jeans
He'll climb the highest, tallest pine tree
Then kiss me oh so tenderly
We'll be together always and forever
Death will never do us part
That one day where I wear that dress
Is only in my fantasies
As I sit on this cold November evening
Dreaming, praying to a far away land

11/10/2010



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