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We meet in dreamland. Smoke from a steaming bath fills the room. A dripping mirror reflects your vision, a lion sits beside your robe. Brushing your hair, drying your locks, admiring your lovely smile.
I Love You.
We meet in dreamland. The sun beams down on your body, rustling evergreens and birch trees sing a susurrus song. A lion sits beside your battle dress.
I Love You.
We meet in dreamland. The ocher glow of a roaring fire warms your cream colored curves. The licking flames grow higher and higher. A lion sits beside your milk chocolate gown.
I Love You.
We meet in dreamland. Splashing waves of a neap tide, the silver moon rising over the horizon. A lion sits beside your little black suit.
I Love You.
We meet on the summit. Birds are singing, fauns and does gather round. Your words are a healing poultice. Pleasant poetry, magical music, artful exercise. A lion sits beside us.
I Love You.
A Lion Sits Beside You. Intergalactic Finance Minister
