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Dreaming


I wish I could go somewhere
Where girls wear flowers in their hair
And boys have stars in their eyes
I wish I could find a place
Where sparks illuminate the sky
And it’s never really dark
A place where rivers never stops flowing
And the flowers never stop blooming.



I dream of a beach at sundown
With fire lights warming our veins
I dream of a million books to read
And a million songs to listen.
I wish I could warm my hands
With a nice cup of coffee
Hearing the soft noise of people talking
And closing my eyes without fear.
I wish I could sleep.
Sleep without dreaming
Of a life I’ll never live.
I dream with my eyes open
And everything around me changes.
I am trapped into a world that is not mine.
I tried to stop
But I always come back there.
Here, I dream of a better life
And it helps me get through mine.
So I dream.

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