If I were to dream the colors of fall
it would be through your eyes I see it all
If I were to dream the magic of spring
I would see you there in the bubbling stream
If I were to dream on a harsh winter's night
there would be warmth by the fire’s light
If I were to dream a summer day
I would sit on the sand watching you play
Dreams come at night when lights are out
quiet, softly a yawn, lips in a pout
You would be there sleeping peacefully
and I dreaming dreams of you next to me
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