Dreams in faraway
Never go on to stay
They are like misty clouds
Itinerant among crowds
Never to find a way
Making each day to day
Flowing and going
Drifting in time's glowing
You and I like to be
Lovers forever in free
Dreamers among the mist
Into a dream they've kissed
Flowers of open heart
Spring in its morning start
Tumbling down to age
Growing from every tree
Flowing in drifting sea
All in weightless liberty
Dreams in the sight of all
As times horizon's fall
You and I earth in clay
Morning of newborn May
Dust of the roads ahead
Bouquets in its growing bed
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