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Love is a dream, no matter how bad one wants it to be real. One day we wake up and the love is gone. The dreamer knows and keeps running for that thrill. Then the morning comes and all that remains is a lonely heart.
Love is a dream, no matter how bad one wants it to be real. One day we wake up and the love is gone. The dreamer knows and keeps running for that thrill. Then the morning comes and all that remains is a lonely heart.