You lead me through fields
of flowers and dreams,
of flowers and dreams,
through the purple night
where scents waft,
where scents waft,
and our voices entwine
on the breeze.
on the breeze.
We fall together in the soft soil
beneath the flowers,
beneath the flowers,
where I sing to you with my heart
and my hands,
and my hands,
telling of my love for you.
You answer deeply with your heart
and your hands,
and your hands,
speaking of the happiness
we find together.
we find together.
In repose beneath the stars,
under the purple night sky,
in a drifting dream
of hearts and hands.
of hearts and hands.
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