shimmering water glints sunlight behind flowered archway as
two hold hands and become one
this lake
where hundreds of makeshift boats were built
waiting for spring
to reach dreams of gold
here now
an exchange of gold rings
and dreams of a life in Dawson
and we follow along
walking the red carpet
blowing bubbles of brightness in the hot sun
and we dance the dance of dreams
our hearts shimmering
with the endless daylight of the north
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