I felt the trees sway with my thoughts,
I felt the clouds float with my dreams.
And with every last smile,
The sun shined with bright beams.
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I felt the trees sway with my thoughts,
I felt the clouds float with my dreams.
And with every last smile,
The sun shined with bright beams.