So i can climb it's golden strands
Then you kissed me upon the window
You might be the one to make me settle down
and when i come into your room
you just start crying
and when i ask you what's the matter
you just start lying
And i hope this is not a dream
some vivid splendor i don't want to wake from
and i know this is not a dream
I couldn't think of someone half as good as you
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