Track 2630/3Stickfigure Dreams

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We were birds and we could fly Above the bright white clouds In your felt-tip sky And the fields far below Were golden green as the sun sank low Behind the zig-zag mountains That you drew in the snow And we sat on the lollipop trees And kissed the summer breeze Blowing from the oceans far away Painted on the sand Universe held in your hands For the first time The colors in your pen Could draw the world and you and man We could live there as stick people And be whole again We'd run into the streams And swim through our dreams We'd set upon the oceans far away Built houses on the sand Made matchsticks in our hands For the first time I'll meet you in my dreams Your watercolor scenes We'll fly above the houses far away