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I dream how your smile rivals the sun
How your eyes make the moon angry
Venus sits and dreams
Dreams she could be you

I dream of how your hair flows like a river
How your hands hold mine without fear
As I sit and dream
Dream of being with you

The Gods dream of when everything stopped at your birth
How heavens light pierced through the darkness of night
There was no more need to dream
You already came true

Chris Kirby
9:35 PM