Swiftly, she is flying through these dreams of mine;
and every time I look — just look — into her eyes, I find my own.
I hide myself from her world,
but how could I ever do that, with this heart of mine?
Swiftly, she is flying through these dreams of mine;
and every time I look — just look — into her eyes, I find my own.
I hide myself from her world,
but how could I ever do that, with this heart of mine?
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