Eight

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let's talk about dreams
I'll love you Moroccan style
when we make it
on the farm we can frolic
in the barn, have a heavenly lay
how about Italy, kiss
in the entrance of the Sistine
walk topless on the beach
camp in the summer heat at Chaco
sleep in late, welcome the day, love dazed
hike up the trail and gaze at
the world, hands clasped tight
visit the everglades for a day
take a 100 mile bike ride
an orchard full of apple trees
share an apple, just us two
dreams, oh dream
where have you gone?

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