My dreams

I Was that child who rode these hills
I my dreams i see the stars
In my dreams I always will ride these hills
See in the morning
I´ll hear the rain on the shead
But other stars and other sunsets will hang above my head


There will be different places and different people
But I´ll still be the same!
And this is my hearts home
I still dream of.....









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