XC. the dream

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With your hand in mine
I looked around
Everyone's happy
Everything's fine

You looked at me
I could see the love
Nothing was there
To give us despair

The skies were blue
The coast was clear
Love was true
In me and you

Everyone laughed
With cleared hearts
Souls cleaned,
Faces beamed

But isn't this beam
So blinding?
I woke up and
It was all a dream

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