In dreams, we see such special sights~
our galaxy and northern lights.
We travel everywhere in flight,
throughout the night, throughout the night.
We may find beauty in our sleep
while o'er moonbeams we softly creep.
Rife with emotion oh, so deep,
we have to weep, we have to weep.
Yet then again, we just may find
the boogeyman inside our mind.
To us, that dream feels unrefined ~
Oh, rest unkind, oh, rest unkind!
Then comes that lovely dream, of course,
We ride upon the wing-ed horse.
Dear Pegasus, he is the source ~
a guiding force, a guiding force.
Anon, 'tis time to greet the day~
abandon our nocturnal sleigh.
Still, we remember fun and play.
Our times were gay, our times were gay.
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