Misty moon (June 11 / Marshall tx)
My dream looks like the day full of life, full of friends
My dream tastes like ice cold shine on a hot summer day running down my throat
My dreams feel like it's a dream with in a dream
My dream fells like waves crashing and like fireworks going off.
My dream smells like smoke and like wild strawberrys in July.
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