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Where Dreams Are Longer - [Orchestral, choral]

Track 4 on the album ''The Warmth of Stories'' When the first mother-dragon sang a lullaby to her egg the song was so warm and filled with love it accidentally created a world around it. That world is called Lulamara. It is a magical place filled with dreams, warmth, whimsy and kindness. All DragonHug's songs takes place in this world. DISCLAIMER: DragonHug is a fictional band. All the sounds you are hearing are AI-generated while the lyrics, world, characters, genres, ideas, themes, rhythm, instrumentation and everything else is written/chosen by me with some minor ai assistance occasionally. A song takes me around 8-14 hours to complete. I am still learning and will continue to try and improve DragonHug. Thank you for listening Lyrics are based on an old poem with the same name I wrote long ago. The place where dreams are longer than the night ever planned, where a single held-open door becomes a bridge across the years. (A stranger’s smile arrives unasked, lands feather-light upon the day, and suddenly the sky remembers it was always on your side.) (it was always on your side.) Sometimes laughter finds you years too late, drops on an old friend’s shoulder, time forgets its job, the room glows brighter than it should. (Sometimes laughter finds you years too late, drops on an old friend’s shoulder, time forgets its job, the room glows brighter than it should.) A daisy appears in your open hand, still wet with morning, offered upward by fingers that never learned fear. The whole sky leans down to look. Sometimes a streetlight remembers your name, flickers on exactly when your shadow needs company. You walk slower, just to keep it a little longer. (Sometimes a streetlight remembers your name, flickers on exactly when your shadow needs company. You walk slower, just to keep it a little longer.) Sometimes the weight you carried alone is lifted by words you never expected to hear. They cost the speaker nothing, but buy you back the entire day. (Sometimes the weight you carried alone is lifted by words you never expected to hear. They cost the speaker nothing, but buy you back the entire day.) Where dreams are longer than the night ever planned, where every small kindness becomes the map home. Where dreams are longer, and the world remembers how to smile.