I liked it better when we dreamed under white clouds
I remember when we ran into long fields where we only existed
Twirling in my dress and you in a gray T-shirt, we fell dazed and laughed
We talked about our dreams and if we were going to get out of this place
I liked it better that way
The clouds traveled and the wind blew
It was safe for me to close my eyes and smile
I liked it better
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