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A Dream of Mine

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When I was young..
I kept asking myself..
What are these visions I see every night..
Whenever I close my eyes..
And then lost consciousness...
I cannot move, I cannot think..
I cannot speak.. I'm held at prison..
Where the only thing I can do..
Is to watch things, I'd sooner forget..
But only a fragment of that memory can only be retrieved..
Grandma told me once..
Those are nothing but dreams..
Both good and bad..
Something that aren't usually real..
Mere fantasy they say..
Same as it was..
I found someone.. she was my dream..
Whenever I saw her eyes..
I lose myself..
I cannot move.. I cannot think..
I cannot speak.. I'm held at prison..
Where the only thing I can do..
Is to watch something that I don't wanna forget..
an angel..
dancing with the flow of time..
frozen as it was.. slower as it goes..
A memory that I always wanna treasure..
But so I hope..
You're way up there, I'm just down here..
Us..
Being together..
Seems like..
It's only a dream..
Like grandma used to tell me..
It is something..
That can hardly be real..

Mere fantasy...

They say...

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