In my silent mind, I find my peace at night, past the Bridge of Endless
Hope, and where the Golden River lies. In the Sacred Grove we stay, and wish
for longer days, to count the dreams we have created, the Essence of our
Lives. Won't you come away with me in a lucid dream of ease, we'll drift
along the ocean, or maybe ride the breeze, I want to see you standing there
in the stillness of our minds, won't you come away with me in a lucid dream
tonight?
 
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