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Dear first love,
I want to sleep on a cloud
And drizzle my love on you
And I want to hop on the stones and cross the river on my toes

 Dear somebody,
I want to stretch on top of the mountain and chase an eerie butterfly
Will you catch me and walk me down the valley?
Will you float on a lotus leaf with me?

 Dear charming,
I write you letters you can't read with my magical pen every now and then
Seal it with some fairy dust and send it through the cherubs
I've hung an invisible dream catcher above your head
To keep the nightmares away

 Dearest first love,
Will you sleep on a cloud with me,
Kiss the stars goodnight and put me to sleep again?

 - Anahita Dawar 

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