Beauty from far, from a tribe which to seek
One must set sail with an advance of a week
To content thyself with hers glowing smile
And lie on her bosom at least for a while
I loan you my dreams
Beauty from far I see you shine so bright
So alone are you- the sun mimics you, right?
So much beauty that fits you perfectly
To make you mine I must eventually
But before then I must loan you my dreams
Here, I loan you my dreams cutie pie
Let them generate interest as high
You belong to the stars and everything above
Take it to the bank-make me the one you love
Take all my dreams for you’ve taken my heart
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