Along waves of slumber, your dreams gently sail over the sea.
And under the moonlight, your breaths rise and fall with a peaceful sigh.
The mists make me wonder why I wanted to follow you home,
but when I lay down beside you, I remember the reasons I'm here.
You awaken at my side in the dead of the night and we whisper.
Our words are mere nonsense and our eyes drift lazily across the sky.
Soon the night turns red with flames and explosions of war,
and the lights of the city slowly fade in the haze.
The bombs begin falling and the forests are set ablaze, but I have no fear.
An autumn breeze blows and carries away the ashes from afar.
The mists make me wonder how I'm going to carry you home.
But when I lay down beside you, I can see that there's nowhere to go.
(And we'd best not try to walk home from here...)
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