Dreams
You dont fare well
You just stay where you are
Having a little birthday
is a sad day
My soul is dying
when you stopped believing in ime
See how they laugh
See how they are strewn
They are very old
Such a sad story
the people we used to be
once you stopped dreaming dreams with me
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