In a dream,
Would you give your love to me,
Beg my broken heart to beat,
Save my life,
Change my mind..
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But I am a dreamer
So you sent me away.
Sometimes we dreamers
Just get in the way.
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The thing I am most aware of is my limits.
And this is natural; for I never, or almost
never, occupy the middle of my cage..
..my whole being surges towards the bars.
- André Gide, Journals, 4 August 1930