They come in, unbidden
Like advices, unsolicited,
Making the impossible
Appear real...
At nights they
work their magic
Weaving hope
Into our secret desires
Like advices, unsolicited,
Making the impossible
Appear real...
At nights they
work their magic
Weaving hope
Into our secret desires
Painting the daybreak
With promising colours
Splashing some shades
into our fantasies
Those cruel, false,
impractical dreams...
With promising colours
Splashing some shades
into our fantasies
Those cruel, false,
impractical dreams...
I know! How cruel !
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