Tonight when my head hits the pillow,

Tonight when my head hits the pillow, it takes me to the city of dreams, where everything is made up of my imagination. The moon swings on my finger, I sit above the clouds and count all the stars. I make the sky my blanket, and I lost in my dream world.

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