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I had a dream, of the wide open  prairie. I had a dream, of the pale morning sky. I had a dream that we flew on golden wings, And we were the same, Just the same you and I. Follow your heart lil' child of the west wind. Follow the voice that's calling you home. Follow your dreams but always remember me, I am your brother under the sun. We are like birds of a feather, We are two hearts joined together, We will be forever as one, My brother under the sun. Whenever you hear the wind in the canyon, Whenever you see the buffalo run, Wherever you go I'll be there beside you, Cause you are my brother under the sun. We are like

What would you do if every time you fell in love with  someone, You had to say good-bye? What would you do if every time you wanted someone, They would never be there? What would you do if for every moment you were truly happy, There would be 10 moments of sadness? What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow, And you never got to tell them how you felt? What would you do if you loved someone more than anything else, And you could never have them? Some people live and some people die, But I want to tell you I love you and you are a true friend, That I will always be here for you when and if you need me. If I

Once you lose your heart, Once somebody takes it, From the place it rested in before. Once you lose your heart, Once somebody wakes it, Then it isn't your heart anymore. It's gone before you knew it could ever go that way, And now yuo must pursue it for ever and a day. Once you lose your heart, Once somebody takes it, There's one thing certain from the start,... you'll find for ever, You've got to follow your heart. They say a girl should never be without love, And all the joy that love alone can bring. All that I have ever lernt about love, Tells me it's a very funny thing. For when your heart is fancy free, You hope some ma

She looks out behind a saddened face, Looking, but not seeing, Broken inside... She stares out of her bedroom window, Into her memory, Remembering old times, Times of happiness. Good times. Her first love.... Thinking back to the first time he said goodbye, Watching him Skipping away into the future. Leaving her behind... Now she is alone, Looking into her memory, Remembering old times, Times of happiness. Good times. Remembering when he took her back, Held her in his arms close... Good times. He pulled her back into the light, Made her happy, Made her feel loved. Good times.... Searching her memory, Remembering wh