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I had crazy, hazy dreams of you,
hoping love for a brother. Will it last our lives through? I can see the sailing ship you have sailed me on, has been the back deck porch all our lives. You are the strongest man I have ever met. May I keep your love? Am I allowed? I whirl with your love for Mum, as she sips a drink on the deck of a yacht you took her on, at the deep blue sea many years ago. I am proud, I am even living your wishes if you think about it. Nothing but time and a good look at your aged future needs be done, that's all. Your dream is to keep it going, I just know that in my heart. Let that be your best quest. To find the dream catch it in mid-air and hold it in a balloon that sails up from the deck and catches in the high hemlock.
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