You said I was your dream since we were eight.
But what they say about dreams coming true is right.
One chases another once it is achieved.
And so you did.

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Sail away.

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To where the tulips grow
And trees are yellow
To where the fountains are
Where wishes I can blow.

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To where the water is blue
The sky is always clear
To where the white powdery sand
And the waves lapping by.

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To where the sky is yellow, red and orange
As the sun sets at the far west
As the black night sky clears
To pave for the stars and the moonrays.

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To where the grass is green
And the air is sweet smelling
Where I walk barefoot
To the earth’s soft and brown.

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To where I wake up to the sun’s light
Inching it’s way and shining bright
And then at night as I lay
Dreams are all coming it’s way.

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