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Dream..... u

Dream...
Dream of u
Dream of us
Together
~Forever~

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I Am A Dream Weaver

from buri palms
i weave a dream
of a world
made of steel

i dream that
harshness has turned
into a flower

i dream that
intolerance has become
a smiling neighbor

i dream that
the imperialist is dead
and buried
and we all go home
without fear
of tomorrow

i dream that
the terrorist has come down
from his mountain of hate
and now spends
his long vacation in
some beach resort
in boracay

i dream that
finally my enemy has become
my friend and we drink beer
and laugh and make
some nice conversations
without second thoughts
of betrayal

i dream that
everyday i make poems
about love and compassion
and a nice life and a
confident future free
from fears of global warming

i dream that i am in a dream
dreaming dreams
forgetting that i am just dreaming
that soon i wake up again
dreaming

to be lost in dreams
forever, i dream to be lost in dreams forever
in this dream

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Forever Mine

The room is dark, all alone am I.
Sitting here thinking of times gone by.
Remembering the past, the way things were.
A different time, when so much was unsure.

During these times, you came to my life.
Bringing happiness and laughter and love into sight.
Never such a feeling had I felt before.
Every moment spent with you, just left me wanting more.

More glances and stares, from your eyes so bright.
Eyes that see deep in my soul, making everything alright.
Wanting more kisses, from your soft lips so sweet.
Lips that make my legs weak and my heart skip a beat.

Wanting more time spent in your loving embrace.
Arms so strong and gentle, such a safe, loving place.
Wanting your warm touch, as you caress all of me.
Such a sensual feeling, setting my body so free.


Here we are, so many years more.
Not much has changed, I just want you even more.
Not a day goes by that I don't give thanks for you.
Every morning I think that our love is like new.

A new beginning. A fresh new start.
A new day to tell you what's deep in my heart.
You've made me feel loved, wanted and adored.
No one could possibly ever love me more.

And now here we are, loving each other from a far.
Waiting for the day, to awake in your arms.
To look upon your face, and deep in your eyes.
Knowing we'll never have to say our good byes.

Until that day comes just know this is true,
Everything I have to give, I have given to you.
I give you my heart, soul, body and mind.
And dream of the day you'll forever be mine.

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James Dean

Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today.

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The Golden Teddy Bear

The golden teddy bear
sits upon the shelf
and waits for his child to come home

For then he can comfort
and love his child
forever and ever

On a dark night
or a dream fright
he comforts his child forever

The golden teddy bear
sits upon the shelf
and waits for his child to come home

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White rose, red

Take my white rose
White rose, red
Love everlasting
Even when dead

Kiss my white rose
White rose, red
In which love flows
In what is said

Cry on my white rose
White rose, red
Always there to be with you
Always there to be with you sad

Love my white rose
White rose, red
So I may forever be with you
So I may forever dream with you
So I may forever love with you
All in the symbol

White rose....White rose stained red

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This Is My Heaven

(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
This is my heaven
Being here with you
Make it last forever
This is my heaven
Its a dream come true
Make it last forever
Come to me now
And take my hand
This is the paradise I plan
Youre like an angel
Sent from up above
Lets stay close together
You brought me heaven
When I shared your love
Make it last forever
Here neath the sky beside the sea
This is my heaven
When you come to me

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O Gather Me the Rose

O gather me the rose, the rose,
While yet in flower we find it,
For summer smiles, but summer goes,
And winter waits behind it.

For with the dream foregone, foregone,
The deed foreborn forever,
The worm Regret will canker on,
And time will turn him never.

So were it well to love, my love,
And cheat of any laughter
The fate beneath us, and above,
The dark before and after.

The myrtle and the rose, the rose,
The sunshine and the swallow,
The dream that comes, the wish that goes
The memories that follow!

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Dear Beloved

Dear Beloved, you cannot miss your
love forever - in a loving dimension
she is there with you, always together

The adventures you shared are written
in tablets held on the heart, forever
etched in never-ending dreams

The dream is a moment in eternity
forever happening now, nothing
can undone what is done

The sacred link continues and glows
leading the path through the stars,
the scent of incense in the wind

Carried afar to shine with inner light
illumined by inner power eternally
renewed with every dream...

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Beautiful Principles

We are poor examples of the beautiful
principles of life - physical manifestation
always falls short, yet the wonder of the
concept behind the attempt to illustrate
the idea is never diminished in any way

The dream remains intact and there will
forever be another chance to do it better,
therefore, never bewail failure, knowing
that the very next concretisation will
already be an improvement

A never-ending spiral evolution continuing
ad infinitum, the joy of new beginnings will
always be as beautiful and fresh as a new
bloom, as full as promise as a baby just
born – symbolism redeems everything

That has ever been…

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Uschi

The red piano,
The white piano,
The black piano,
The blue piano,
Should i have a candle light diner with you my love?

Bubbles,
There goes the red wine of love on this issue;
But your love and kind words means a lot to me.

Uschi my love,
Come to the valley of Hebron to care for me;
For the sun, the moon and the eleven stars do wait for us.

Uschi my sweet one,
You have a single vision on my love but i do have a bifocal on you;
For this dream of mine will be yours forever in the taking.

My love is like the dawn of a new day to you,
Your love is like the dawn of a new era to me,
And this muse of love is now dawn to us;
So come to the valley of Hebron to care for me my sweet one.

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The Cry of the Dreamer

I am tired of planning and toiling
In the crowded hives of men;
Heart-weary of building and spoiling,
And spoiling and building again.
And I long for the dear old river,
Where I dreamed my youth away;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a toiler dies in a day.

I am sick of the showy seeming
Of a life that is half a lie;
Of the faces lined with scheming
In the throng that hurries by.
From the sleepless thoughts' endeavour,
I would go where the children play;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a thinker dies in a day.

I can feel no pride, but pity
For the burdens the rich endure;
There is nothing sweet in the city
But the patient lives of the poor.
Oh, the little hands too skillful,
And the child-mind choked with weeds!
The daughter's heart grown willful,
And the father's heart that bleeds!

No, no! from the street's rude bustle,
From the trophies of mart and stage,
I would fly to the woods' low rustle
And the meadows' kindly page.
Let me dream as of old by the river,
And be loved for the dream alway;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a toiler dies in a day.

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DeLeon

When I was a younger man
I laid out a master plan to live forever young on this evergreen land
All the fruits of labor I could savor each flavor
Over and over and my tastes wouldn’t waiver
Warm breeze after breeze would freeze
The hot summer days and cool shades into my memories
Sunsets would never be done yet, unless
My eyes were hungry enough to take one rest

But the years dragged on
Jets lagged on bored with the sky fumbling paper bags on
Crisp suit after suit with matching briefcase and boot
Shuffled here and there as noisy as a mute
Doldrums in cauldrons of troubling frays
Took the green away and replaced it with mostly grays
I felt smarter and sharper but sadder and madder
I was eyes without a face and hands without a ladder

I was forced to partake
Of the empty star fakes and feel the bitter heartaches
Everywhere I looked was in decay without any delay
Friends, family, and enemies of the state
I thought I hit the top and the trip would go down
So now, time won’t slow down no way and know how
The soul cutter in the drab gutter got duller and duller
I didn’t think I’d ever again see any color

Precious love, this life
Been nice in day and night but I wouldn’t want to go at it twice
I loved my lovers and bugged all of the buggers
That tap danced their answers around Savion Glover
Learned a lot of lessons and even taught a few
Was changed the view I had of living and brought a new
Cut scene to screen in this waking dream
I know I won’t live forever but at least I can see the green

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The Fountain Of Salmacis

Hermaphrodite: a flower containing both male and female organs; a person or animal of both sexes.
The child hermaphroditus was the son of hermes and aphrodite, the result of a secret love affair. for this reason he was entrusted to the nymphs of the isolated mount ida, who allowed him to gro
As a wild creature of the woods. after his encounter with the water-nymph salmacis, he laid a curse upon the water. according to fable, all persons who bathed in the water became hermaphrodites.
From a dense forest of tall dark pinewood,
Mount ida rises like an island.
Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child;
Hermaphroditus, son of gods, so afraid of their love.
As the dawn creeps up the sky
The hunter caught sight of a doe.
In desire for conquest,
He found himself within a glade hed not beheld before.
Hermaphroditus: narrator:
Where are you, my father? then he could go no farther
Give wisdom to your son now lost, the boy was guided by the sun
And as his strength began to fail
He saw a shimmering lake.
A shadow in the dark green depths
Disturbed the strange tranquility.
Salmacis: narrator:
The waters are disturbed the waters are disturbed
Some creature has been stirred naiad queen salmacis has been stirred
As he rushed to quench his thirst,
A fountain spring appeared before him
And as his heated breath brushed through the cool mist,
A liquid voice called, son of gods, drink from my spring.
The water tasted strangely sweet.
Behind him the voice called again.
He turned and saw her, in a cloak of mist alone
And as he gazed, her eyes were filled with the darkness of the lake.
Salmacis: narrator:
We shall be one she wanted them as one
We shall be joined as one yet he had no desire to be one
Hermaphroditus: away from me cold-blooded woman
Your thirst is not mine
Salmacis: nothing will cause us to part
Hear me, o gods
Unearthly calm descended from the sky
And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged
Forever to be joined as one.
The creature crawled into the lake.
A fading voice was heard:
And I beg, yes I beg that all who touch this spring
May share my fate
Salmacis: narrator:
We are the one the two are now made one,
We are the one demi-god and nymph are now made one
Both had given everything they had.
A lovers dream had been fulfilled at last,
Forever still beneath the lake.

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Woman

I would climb the highest mountain to speak with you my swami
You are seer and knower of all things great and small
Your knowledge and understanding has no boundaries
Your intellect is only surpassed by your beauty and charm
Queen of my heart and princess of the earth
You are the mother of humanity and the barer of fruits
Thru your manifestation you bring forth life
You are the queen of all things and the mother of humanity

Muse of my soul and the captain of my ship
I shall build you a garden house so I can reach you at my whim
Your sense of style and taste captures your spirit within
Fly me away so I can come on down to your sandy shores
In your red dress, you dress to impress

For everything I do you are always on my mind
I dream a dream of being in your arms forever
A heavenly bliss that any man would die for
To taste your lips of cherry wine would be intoxicating
I would drink until I was fully inebriated
I would swim in your waters until I drown in your love

Your earthly brown tones I dream of embracing me
Your laughter brings joy to my moody day.
You must be an arsonist for you set my soul on fire
High on a throne you should be seated for I am only a jester at your side
You bring so much levity that sparks my humorous side
You are my beauty queen and I a mere minstrel at your periphery

You are a rare beauty a treasured fine that is one of a kind
My nimble fingers can not construct the words to let you know how you make me feel
You are all that is good and pure in the world
Some say pure as the driven snow but I say pure as the first humans to walk this earth
Ask of me what you will for I will die trying to comfort you
Your sultry sense is not a state of being but a state of mind

Dance my tiny dancer for the world will travel to your beat
Dance to your own music for some just don’t get you
Your colors are warm and they bring comfort to the eyes
How does one construct words to explain how you make me feel
Sweet Sensuous words of my true feelings
Words that will sway you in my way
Word that would captivate your heart from the start

To live a life of servitude with you would be a dream come true
You are a Goddess to be worshiped
You are more than any mere mortal can comprehend
The utterance of your angelic voice brings shivers down my spine
I can not rest until we converse again
When I am sad you make me glad
You are the true love that I never had

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Above From The Deep

Above from the deep
Taller than the sky wall
We shall pluck the sun
Embracing all shines in our arm
Bring it back into the ground
Brightening dark deep down
A Light for our dreams to grow
Above from the deep

Let the shine in their eyes staring
Upon me holding something
In my hand without a thing
Because only my eyes knowing
The existence of what i am holding
The invisible dream that i dream

Own my heart as whole
Forever it will be placed in my hand
Coated with my every strength
With all trust i lay in this palm
For invisible dream to survive

Just like a farmer without a land
Only in my heart for seeds to grow
Waiting for wake up from long sleep
In a while we witnessing the flowing wind
Moving with the time, roll the clock wheels
Then we watching days changing to years
Observing the hopeless grass grow taller

The shine in their eyes intriguing
Of my invisible seed surfaced by the dust
Layers of ashes bury it deeper from above
In my hand, i still holding, i still believing
The strength and trust i keep holding
For a small wish one day will growing

Above from the deep
Fertilizing with trial and error
Usual watering without surrender
Above from the deep
Raising hand from below
The green hopes finally crawling out
In ambient of different calling to wake up
Above from the deep
The sun still waiting for this new born
Touch them up to reach higher as they can go
Higher and taller above
Above from this deep

I just like a farmer without a land
But seeding dreams without discriminating
Of which seeds I should choose and growing
To pick only the best one to grow, No oh No
As my heart says grow all, their potential we don't hold
So i will grow all without discriminating
Even I am only a farmer without a land

One sweet day i smell something sweet
From a garden of my soul
The growing plant i seed once
with tears and hardness i witnessed
Harvest from sweet sacrifice
Turn for joy and happiness
For reality now in same line
Side by side walk with me

Above from this deep
Sweat and tears dropp to my feet
I smell the existence of my ripen dream fruit
Yet if i grow all dreams i shall have many
Of diverse tastes and colorful flowers
So i told the seed and land, my heart of no land farmer
Believe your self to go above, get brighter
Even you cant, don't go deeper, it's darker

So take care of what you dream
Just matter of time to tell you when
For one day it will go above
Higher, reaching from this deep
Above from this deep

: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : About this poem: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
This is a poem that i write for one of my friend here, that finally
found the strength after many times feel down for uncertainty time
I'm so proud to see how great smile can bounce back to that innocent heart.I know we dream many things in our life, sometimes we can reach sometimes we cant but never abandon what we have start, seed them with try...maybe for others our dream is a small but in our eyes that is what we wanted for, so chase what you want to do...we may not have it now, seed takes years to grow as a strong tree, some even to sprout takes years to get favorable condition....I never agree
for whom said, pick the best seed or seedling...sometimes the weaker one could be stronger and better, it changes through time, like our life we become better..we learn to survive, so give any chance to anyone and dream to grow and proves as what they really are...and for a dream we dream we will enjoy a fruit imagine if we dream of different, we may have many types of fruits/flower just if we seed and care them....but dream without try and care it is hopeless...
It's a dream in a dream...For my friend who knows that this is for you, you have fallen many times, cry deeply and now i am glad you find a shineSo go my dear friend, for everyone Go above from the deep...you will smile, For all..LOve_Unwritten Soul

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Patrick White

And It Doesn't Matter Who I Am Now

It doesn't matter who I am now among these white dragons of energy
sleeping all around me like hills of snow, longing for a heart
that hasn't been run through with a sword or fried
in the fires of its squandered passions. As I pass and passing is an art,
the silent art of learning to prefer death, alone
with the tongueless eloquence of a vast departure, as I pass
I keep a journal of faces in the windows of longing hung
with sidereal curtains
to elucidate the perfect isolation of my enlightened crimes.
I wrote myself off a cosmos ago; everything I do, a reflex of emptiness,
even the shining a cry of torment out of space, an unamed wound,
a fountain-mouth that has sung itself away like the birds,
a leaf on articulated waters, an idiot moon that has sighed away its seas.
Within me, night; within me, mysteries I keep as pets
to amuse the children who come with their inquisitive eyes
and tortured dolls to learn if hope is the truest of fallacies. I read my own ashes,
some slapstick sage, embarrassed by their innocence
into an impromptu clarity, brick roses, embarrassed
to be anything at all. Out of the depths of my own inconsequence, the dark shale
of my awareness of life, the indecipherable chronicle of my life
that whispers strange fossils into the moment like curious doors
to the exhausted shrines of time, I laugh at myself as an antidote,
a mystical serum, as I teach the unteachable by arraying
the sacred fraudulence of my own unverified life.
I listen like the shadow of an assassin behind this eyeless translucence
for the sound of approaching footsteps, the groan of worn stairs,
the musical rain of keys, to startle the bones of their dragons
out of death, to cannibalize their lies and rob them of their radiant chains
in a sudden assault of light. I sell them forged passports to nowhere
to befriend their endless seeking like the wind
that erases their footprints home. I offer them everywhere
as a room for the night, my heart the stone beneath their head.
Sleep, gently, babies, in the arms of the dream
that covers your faraway hills like a summer sky freaked with legends.
I am the unworthy nothing that loves you best; the ghost of the grain
I break like bread and salt with stars
to entice you to the unsuspected windows of your own inner seeing.
Rogue dragons wake in the blood, root gods thaw
and send a shudder through the branch, spinal lightning
strikes the cold stone of the brain and the castle falls
that ruled forbidden fields. Are you afraid of your freedom, your exile
your ancient throne? Is the vastness too much, the solitude, the curse;
do you tremble before the armies of your own defeat, regretting the gods
and delusions you overcame to arrive at this moment
faced through tears by the mad messiah of suicide
who has come too late to witness your lonely redemption?
Are you snarled in the void by nets you cast for golden fish,
mesmerized by the points of emptiness that come
with pins in their mouths to trick you out in a wardrobe
of designer straightjackets, your heart, the rock that killed the bird,
your blood, an igneous delirium, drunk on the wine of razor-wire
consecrated by the grave in a ritual condemnation of a lonely prisoner
eating spiders in solitaire? Here
from the medicine bag of this black dwarf
prompted by dragons that elude you, I offer you
a way out, your own slave-price, a hole
more merciful than the knotted ankh of your noose, a road
beyond your walking, this jewel
from under a pauper's tongue. The crow returns
to this ark of clowns, a continent in its beak. If you want to know
the clairvoyant insanity of the firefly that engendered this world
out of the void, compelled by a silence of light
in a beginning that never began and has never passed, now, still
the mother of itself; if you want to know that which creates and destroys you,
the uncreate which sustains you in the reeling fever
of all those strange emotions and hazardous thoughts
you call you and mistake for something, if you're still secretly
looking for water in the mirror, your face a dead divining rod,
listen, though you don't understand what I mean. Go.
The dragon dreams. Look under his eyelids. What does he dream?
If you want to live forever. If you're alive enough to know.

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It Doesn't Matter Who I Am Now

It doesn’t matter who I am now among these white dragons of energy
sleeping all around me like hills of snow, longing for a heart
that hasn’t been run through with a sword or fried
in the fires of its squandered passions. As I pass and passing is an art,
the silent art of learning to prefer death, alone
with the tongueless eloquence of a vast departure, as I pass
I keep a journal of faces in the windows of longing hung
with sidereal curtains
to elucidate the perfect isolation of my enlightened crimes.
I wrote myself off a cosmos ago; everything I do, a reflex of emptiness,
even the shining a cry of torment out of space, an unnamed wound,
a fountain-mouth that has sung itself away like the birds,
a leaf on articulated waters, an idiot moon that has sighed away its seas.
Within me, night; within me, mysteries I keep as pets
to amuse the children who come with their inquisitive eyes
and tortured dolls to learn if hope is the truest of fallacies. I read my own ashes,
some slapstick sage, embarrassed by their innocence
into an impromptu clarity, brick roses, embarrassed
to be anything at all. Out of the depths of my own inconsequence, the dark shale
of my awareness of life, the indecipherable chronicle of my life
that whispers strange fossils into the moment like curious doors
to the exhausted shrines of time, I laugh at myself as an antidote,
a mystical serum, as I teach the unteachable by arraying
the sacred fraudulence of my own unverified life.
I listen like the shadow of an assassin behind this eyeless translucence
for the sound of approaching footsteps, the groan of worn stairs,
the musical rain of keys, to startle the bones of their dragons
out of death, to cannibalize their lies and rob them of their radiant chains
in a sudden assault of light. I sell them forged passports to nowhere
to befriend their endless seeking like the wind
that erases their footprints home. I offer them everywhere
as a room for the night, my heart the stone beneath their head.
Sleep, gently, babies, in the arms of the dream
that covers your faraway hills like a summer sky freaked with legends.
I am the unworthy nothing that loves you best; the ghost of the grain
I break like bread and salt with stars
to entice you to the unsuspected windows of your own inner seeing.
Rogue dragons wake in the blood, root gods thaw
and send a shudder through the branch, spinal lightning
strikes the cold stone of the brain and the castle falls
that ruled forbidden fields. Are you afraid of your freedom, your exile
your ancient throne? Is the vastness too much, the solitude, the curse;
do you tremble before the armies of your own defeat, regretting the gods
and delusions you overcame to arrive at this moment
faced through tears by the mad messiah of suicide
who has come too late to witness your lonely redemption?
Are you snarled in the void by nets you cast for golden fish,
mesmerized by the points of emptiness that come
with pins in their mouths to trick you out in a wardrobe
of designer straightjackets, your heart, the rock that killed the bird,
your blood, an igneous delirium, drunk on the wine of razor-wire
consecrated by the grave in a ritual condemnation of a lonely prisoner
eating spiders in solitaire? Here
from the medicine bag of this black dwarf
prompted by dragons that elude you, I offer you
a way out, your own slave-price, a hole
more merciful than the knotted ankh of your noose, a road
beyond your walking, this jewel
from under a pauper’s tongue. The crow returns
to this ark of clowns, a continent in its beak. If you want to know
the clairvoyant insanity of the firefly that engendered this world
out of the void, compelled by a silence of light
in a beginning that never began and has never passed, now, still
the mother of itself; if you want to know that which creates and destroys you,
the uncreate which sustains you in the reeling fever
of all those strange emotions and hazardous thoughts
you call you and mistake for something, if you’re still secretly
looking for water in the mirror, your face a dead divining rod,
listen, though you don’t understand what I mean. Go.
The dragon dreams. Look under his eyelids. What does he dream?
If you want to live forever. If you’re alive enough to know.

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(Dream Poem) A Moment Forever in Time

In a dream, a wish, a hope and a prayer exist.
It is something we should never miss.
It could be nothing or something.
All by the choices we make.
Whether it is of heart ache.
Or in the world we are to shake.
A moment forever in time remembered as the dream.

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Dream Forever

I ask you to do a simple task
I ask you for you to dream
I ask for you to dream forever
About this love that may be

Dream for love
Dream for life
Dream for dreams
Dreams for right

Take your dreams and live
Take your dreams in love
Take your dreams and dream
Make sure not to end up like me

I merely ask you please
To dream forever

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A Dream Goes On Forever

A million old soldiers will fade away
But a dream goes on forever
Im left standing here, Ive got nothing to say
All is silent within my dream
A thousand true loves will live and die
But a dream lives on forever
The days and the years will go streaking by
But the time has stopped in my dream
We all have our everyday hopes and fears
And youll find no exception in me
But that doesnt get me through a sea of tears
Over lifes biggest tragedy
Youre so long ago and so far away
But my dream lives on forever
I guess I believe that Ill see you one day
For without it there is no dream
Youre so far away and so long ago
But my dream goes on forever
And how much I loved you youll never know
til you join me within my dream

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