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As she looks out pass the moutians throw the rianbows of the world,
to the sunset of her dreams ,were she can be found in a drift among her thoughts.
You find your self intreged by her beuty and her knowledge you find it hard to look away and every bit of you knows you shouldn't look but you do.
As waves of emotion come at you ,she sits there not a sound but a hum to her faviort song and a glow of shere iner beuty.
For what she knows is that a dream is but a drop from her fingure as she pases throw the stars and constalations of her perfict dream. You find it even harder to wake her as you know that she is but one step from you .