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If you ever see a Blue Feather Floating in the Breeze
And Dream of flying, far above the trees.
Or set yourself down in fields, Where planes can never land...
Than come with us, let us take your hand.
When these dreams of Illusions, that you never thought could be
Become a broken arrow, sent from him to me
When two hearts become one and share a single beat
The Illusion becomes reality for the moment that you meet.