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Lost Dreams
Lost Dreams
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A distant dream it might be,
Where the joys of laughter echoed,
Where the sweetness of love could be felt,
Where the purity of feelings drizzled over,
Where the state of oneness glittered on,
Where could that dream possibly be?
Maybe it's gone forever,
To the place of no return.
The joys of laughter, the sweetness of love,
The purity of feelings, the state of oneness;
Remain still and silent like a statuette.
The quiet, calm breeze of emptiness
Streams out the waves of the distant dream.
