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Dreams

Dreams

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Oh, where the dreams come from,

For what causes water to flow through the eyes,

Never smile with lips.


Memories drifting in empty, noisy

Then dreams are created,

Like greener forest 

Brings happiness,

Sometimes sleep breaks down,

The blindness of the nights

Heart goes shadow 

Sometimes.


We have so rahi dreams of

The Paths We Go

Take the memories.



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