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dreams like these, dreams like those
set me up; how it goes
they don't feel like, my dreams anymore.
made me smile; made me cry
pushed me off, told me to fly
they don't feel like, my dreams anymore.
saw right through; thought I knew
so let me know; or let me go
you don't feel like, my dreams anymore.
I saw the stars, a brilliant sky
in the dreams, of my dreams' eyes.
she doesn't feel, like my dreams anymore.
In the end, it's all in vain
doesn't matter; not worth the pain.
I won't waste, my dreams anymore.
Wes Thompson
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