Dream Is Not True of My Love
Everyday your dreams make me tight.
Tell me, tell me, what do you do now in beloved.
I do not come without you,
My happiness on the lips.
It just keeps up,
It's my life, it's sad.
The solution is to say something
like mine,tell me to say.
You are my life,
But you can not understand me.
Everyday your dreams make me tight.
Tell me,tell me, what do you do now in beloved.
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