Along the mountains,
Beside a lake.
Where sun is mellow
And trees are free.
The moon is meek
And grass, still green.
We'll hitchhike there
With the wind and
Peg a tent of our desires.
You bake some music,
I'll cook some lyrics.
We'll feed them birds
The songs of our muse.
And when the starlight
Spreads to call it a day.
We'll kiss each other
To sleep, to wake up
In another dream.
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