i escape the storm of death with a beauiftul dress with ribons and ties in my hair beauty of all kinds i can hear the ocean waves as the surfers do there morning surf as beauitful as it can be its just all a dream i wake up from my sleep to see my sheets filled with spit and tears oh i had a great dream why did it have to end and maybe i dream about this dream again so i can be a princess one last time
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you can be a princess when you're awake. beautiful expression. thanks.md