My Blond Dream7
I don't know you are a myth or you are real
but with every pain that comes to me
I dream that one day my hand will grab your hair
your hair is like the sun,your eyes are like the ocean
So,your forehead is the sky line of the earth and heaven
If you are real come to my dream tonight
Even though,tears won't leave to let the dreams come to my eyes.
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