I see me wake up in hay, beside you, in a barn some place
We are chased with pitch forks and torches
And ever so often, we both just run and hide
We sometimes sail the high seas, act like pirates in love
We sometimes fly at dizzy heights, see the world beneath in mist
Somedays we were wading in shallow waters
Kissing each other, hiding in plain sight
These are such beautiful stories to think of, but to speak not
I remember each story ends as I wake, yet am happy too
Why wouldn't I, I have always been afraid of these dreams
For though these stories are of love, yet in the end everyone dies
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