Sweet dreams, while deep in sleep,
throughout the night through twinkling
lights.
She made her way to see the lake,
to play the same games with her old
school mate.
He had bright beautiful blue eyes,
Oh, how he loved to hide from her.
In green fields or in trash of peach
peels,
in the treetops or the rooftops.
She could not find him, she could not
see,
even though he buzzed and buzzed like a
bee.
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