Sometimes I dream
That I become the king
And you are the queen
Sometimes I say
I will be the hero
Who get the victory
And put it to you
As you are my argue
I may see
I am the knight
Rode the white
Horse and carry
You in front of me
Fly, fly, and fly
Over the sky
Beyond any eye
High and high
Over the cloud
Where it is white
The clear is the sight
The love is the tide
And the angel is the guide
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