It feels like a dream to me
The bit where we went flying
Over fields
And meadows and moors and
More
So much more
Than I remember in the morning.
I held your hand at sundown
And the town had never looked
So good
As when I saw your face
Reflected in the windows
Of the stores.
I wanted more
But dreams aren't built to last
And when I'm awake
They fade so fast
And you were just who I wanted
But you were not who you are.
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