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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Spring makes its own statement, so loud
and clear that the gardener seems to be
only one of the instruments, not the
composer. - Geoffrey B. Charlesworth