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"I hope you are asleep.
And dreaming of fields filled with flowers and a pond sparkling with fish and the air is filled with the scent of sunlight even though it's night time and the crescent moon is making everything glow like it's made out of the stuff they use to make those stars that you stick on the ceiling.
And you are laying in the field, surrounded by the softest dry grasses that tickle your skin like kisses, and you look up and the clouds part and you see a shooting star and you make a wish that only you know. A secret wish just for you."
"And then there is love, love, love."
And dreaming of fields filled with flowers and a pond sparkling with fish and the air is filled with the scent of sunlight even though it's night time and the crescent moon is making everything glow like it's made out of the stuff they use to make those stars that you stick on the ceiling.
And you are laying in the field, surrounded by the softest dry grasses that tickle your skin like kisses, and you look up and the clouds part and you see a shooting star and you make a wish that only you know. A secret wish just for you."
"And then there is love, love, love."