I close my eyes in the field
Gentle breezes lul my head
As I drift away into darkness
The sound of her wings calls my name.
Awakening from pleasant warmth,
I see her friendly wave
As she floats upon the wind,
"Hello, friend..." "Hello," I reply.
She laughs, "Why are you here?
Go to bed sweet friend!
Dream and fly forward
Upon warm winds
Seeking green fields
And this dear friend
Reaching your hand.
Close your eyes and be free."
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