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Where dreamcatchers meet stars and golden butterflies float
And if tonight
The moon won't let you sleep
We can melt into the smoke
Of our burning incense
And slip
In and out
Of their dreamcatchers
Until they can fall asleep
Or the night has become a distant memory
Until midnight dries up
And dawn stains the quiet sky with 29 shades of wilted dreams.
The moon won't let you sleep
We can melt into the smoke
Of our burning incense
And slip
In and out
Of their dreamcatchers
Until they can fall asleep
Or the night has become a distant memory
Until midnight dries up
And dawn stains the quiet sky with 29 shades of wilted dreams.
Published 15th Jun 2014
| Edited 5th Jul 2014
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