Vivid Dreams
Rainy walks in the meadow
Brings one close to remember
The days of your virtue.
It's now an illusion
But vivid with inclusion
And wish again was true.
The night begins to shadow
Makes you cry with sorrow
And sit like a statue.
The meadow fills with water
You soak and wish was hotter
Like the summers in Cancun.
The rain begins to sizzle
The birds sing out a whistle
And walk towards your castle
Another dream come true.
Brings one close to remember
The days of your virtue.
It's now an illusion
But vivid with inclusion
And wish again was true.
The night begins to shadow
Makes you cry with sorrow
And sit like a statue.
The meadow fills with water
You soak and wish was hotter
Like the summers in Cancun.
The rain begins to sizzle
The birds sing out a whistle
And walk towards your castle
Another dream come true.
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