What peace I have,
To see sun through the clouds,
I am free,
Let go of reality,
And let your aspirations fall down,
Like drops of rain,
so cool to the touch,
This is what I've been waiting for,
A chance to never look to the past,
Yet it's all we can see,
I dream of fields,
And the breeze blowing me away,
I'm taken to your window,
And I'll take one last look,
We turn and walk,
But I am still tied to your tree,
The view is so nice from here,
Yet I'm tortured by you,
So turn out the lights,
Leave me in the dark,
I'll wait till morning,
Once last glimpse is all I ask.
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