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I'll have a dream where I'm sailing on a white ship in the sky
and I'm not back at school or drowning or being chased by anyone
And we'll lie in bed and let the light beams kiss our weary eyes
and watch as the tiny particles of dust dance in the sun
And on the radio they'll play a song we've not heard in years
and it'll be almost as if we could inhabit the thoughts of our former selves
and I'll read some poetry from a leather-bound anthology
that I borrowed indefinitely from my grandmother's old wooden shelves
What a lovely day
Why don't you stay
Please won't you stay
We'll take a stroll through town and kick the leaves that line the streets
and maybe have a coffee in a quirky independent cafe
And you'll read the papers and I'll write a novel on my Macbook Air
about the adventures of a young man living in the USA
And though there's a famine in Darfur and a civil war in Chad
The music in the background'll let us know it's really all ok
And we'll order cake because it's Saturday and we deserve a treat
And what's the point of living if you can't have a cake on a Saturday
What a lovely day
Why don't you stay
Please won't you stay
What a lovely day
Why don't you stay
Please won't you stay