To the cities fallen to ruins in age, the falling stars waxed lyrical in their paths, for the kings and emperors thrown to their feet; i dream a little dream about you.
For the moments what could have been, for the memories lost in transition, for our futures thrown into confusion; i dream a little dream about you.
I put myself in perspective, racing you through those images in our heads, our laughter echoing those words left unsaid. We'd travel to those cities, play our melodies to the stars, weep for the rulers that once were. You'd tear for the moments, smile for the memories, and give the cutest little frown towards our mutual confusions.
I've dreamt of you today; would you dream of me tonight?
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