I had a dream last night
That I was trying to write you a letter
On stationary, upon a little hill
One looking over the green valley that we call home
But a strong gust of wind blew
And ripped your letter from my hands
Leaving me behind with only a pen
As proof that I tried at all
The wind left me behind
With my hair flowing, and dress twirling
Collapsed upon my knees in disdain
For I had tried to say goodbye
By my darling came along and lifted me
And even you said he'd be good to me
He held me close and carried me down the hill
And I remembered what you said
"He's good to you right? Because that's what counts.
Don't take anything less."
So while you're there and we, your friends
Remain behind, know that we're all safe
Please don't worry about us, we'll worry about you
Just remember me in that sundress
Dancing out on your summer lawn
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