Oh, why do we love
dreams?
When reality awaits
With open arms
Ready to give that
precious heart.
We-- still want--DREAMS
That tickle the soul
Friction to the bones
Up to every corner of its own
Longing--for love to come home.
Oh, why do we still love the
dreams alone?
When reality is just
next door
Waiting for you
No more broken home.
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