Sometimes I hear you, a whisper on the wind
But I find myself thinking, where could you be?
And sometimes I feel you, your arms around me
And I can't help thinking, that's where I want to be
With you, with me, In The Light
With you, with me, in flight
Let Morpheus take us forever into his arms, into our dreams
We'll shine like the sun, be free as the rain and live like life has begun
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