THE PERFECT DREAM
Waves beating on the sand
There we sit hand in hand
Waves crash down
And I wipe away my frown
The sun begins to set
It seems like we've just met
But we've known each other for a while
Now just the thought of you makes me smile
We begin to walk
And we start to talk
Our steps are in sync
I can't even think
She stops and looks at me
I look up and she is all I see
She leans in
And it's like the perfect sense
But I always wake up
And realize It was all just a dream....Damn!
Sir McCollinz
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