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A Dream

Wind in my hair, Dust on my face

I don’t care

Sitting on a shore, No pain anymore

It’s fucking rare.

 

And I see her at a distance

Dancing on the tunes of the rain

And I smell love everywhere.

 

I feel so overgrown, I look so fat and old

Does she care!

She comes on leaning, breathes out whispering

We’d make a pair!

 

And I find her in my arms, I feel her soft and firm

And I smell love all over again.

 

Oh girl where have you been, Darling what have you seen

I asked her in hesitation

Don’t you fear, come rest in here

I hold my dream and shed a joyful tear

The horizon adores down the sun.

 

 

It's time I die ►

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