Were you also dreaming,
This morning around sunrise?
And did we dance together,
between the four posts
of your bed?
And did you have the notion,
you'd never want to leave,
While all the while knowing,
you'd have to set me free?
For you there is no contract,
no clipping of your wings,
I will not block your journey,
I will not hold you down.
For now we're young and beautiful,
and long is the Golden Trail,
So let's be young and beautiful,
in our dreams and in our lives.
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