The sun is low and the grass is tall
We're butterflies on a garden wall
I am she as you are he
And nowhere will they find us now.
Dream now, dream now,
And find you're not dreaming at all
Reality can cast his net
Come fly away !
We can't let him catch us yet
We're fireflies heading for the clouds
To where they'll never find us now...
Dream now...I'm calling your name
Can you hear me... Can you hear me...
So far away... from you...
Far from home...?
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