Late at night I often think of what it would be
To be so close to you and feel your hand in mine
Just talking nonsense and fooling around
To make the other laugh when the other is feeling down
To play the music that we make, to draw the sunsets that we see
The tears that we shed, the warmth we both feel
Is this a dream or is it real?
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a world that is made for those of us that shed reality.
But what can we do to make that a reality,
no longer a dream but what others long to be.