With you
Dream, dream, dream, poetry. So beautiful!
Dream, dream, dream, poetry. So beautiful. Too beautiful!
Lies, dream, lies, poetry.
Dream, lies, dream, poetry.
Goodbye!
I’m so hungry that I’m turning around towards reality.
I’m much too romantic to get stuck with dreams: I want what it works.
So I can, in reality, live some of my dreams.
With him. 🙂
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The day the toddler girl started toddling, she walked the length of the room. She reached the table, touched it and fell. “Oh oh!”, she said. “Oh oh”! dad said. She smiled, stood up and toddled on.
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