Wanderlust

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I’m dreaming of a land far, far away. Of strange, new stars and friendly winds.

I’m dreaming of leaves on trees I’ve never seen. And scents of flowers in fields so green.

I’m dreaming of tastes and textures and smells. Of time passing too fast, making memories that last.

I’m dreaming of things that have never been.

I’m dreaming of dreams.

Of you.

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