Come with me

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Come with me when midnight tickles
Our skin with its shades
Before this star fades by its course
We have to catch dreamers

In the broken branches of willows
Or in the sleeping blooms’s shadows
Where they rest, where they have
All the pleasure of life, in simple things

Daydreams are their precious pearls
Hides in the rivers of mystic worlds
They have never been real to us
We’ve to catch them, come with me

When the moonlight  shines on earth
They will glow like fireflies
And their enchanting souls
Fly to the moon, towards blue light

Come with me, when midnight tickles
We have to catch dreamers
Come

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