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Our dreams are composed in unison Hand in hand walking through places Smiling at one another In your eyes I see a truth It gives me pleasure That I hope you see in mine I smell the scent of flowers about us I feel your warm fingers grip I am happy Walk with me darling Into more beautiful places Where our dreams are real

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Date: 11/27/2017 1:52:00 AM
As a child my Mother would lull me to sleep by holding my hand and make believe talking about the dream land we were walking in together... 5 years after her death I still talk and walk with her, in more beautiful places where our dreams are real. Beautiful
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