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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Give sorrow words;
the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart
and bids it break.
- William Shakespeare, in Macbeth, Act IV, Scene III
Tärähtäny kännylaatu, but ye get the picture