A cerulean painted dreamland,

Where I am small in your arms.

You dance in slow motion,

sway in the sunlight

that is breaking through the willow leaves.

Your voice echoing through your chest

Singing a song from your youth

of moonlight and cowboys.

It hums through me,

with the taste of adventure.

Water, cool and gentle.

A hand stroking my pale hair.

I am there in an instant.

These lifeless walls melt away.

I hear your song.

A cerulean painted dreamland,

where I am small in your arms.

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