Real love is hard work. You have to decide if you want it in your story—or… if you’d rather just stay in the dream.
...the same place that filled me with joy is a road I crossed, just a road I crossed
...Should i be feeling guilty, or let the judges frown? …
I am a dreamer, and when i wake, you can break my spirit; it’s my dreams you take..
… Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend. You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine, in mine when I’m asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time when I’m kneeling at your feet…
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