The well of dreams
in the middle of a cloud, I walk
a ray of light, gently shining
drifting into dreamland, a new language I talk
down the well of dreams, I’m falling
I can see her dancing
She’s the one, now calling
into the night I dive
a taste of honey
dripping from the hive
it’s a feast of delight
on the road to freedom
an eternal flight
towards the beach I fly
caught by the waves, a painting
now drowning, I die
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