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Dreams

 


Though he cried a little

At least he cried a little

 

Maybe he caused some troubles

But always gave the doubles

 

Dreamt of impossible

Behaved unreasonable

But with passion incomparable

 

The more he fight

The more the delight

The higher his dreams took flight

 

Fell, trampled over

Tricked, tripped, but lost never

 

Always a believer

Always a dreamer


- Kayanpri 


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