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Nobody can truly know how when the nights comes and the moon rises high in the sky, I close my eyes, excited to take off to the land of dreams, because I know you will be there. Waiting for me, smiling at me, sitting on a bench in the park with me. Nobody can truly know, how immensely happy I am in those non-existent moments. But they exist, they really do. Just not here, not in this cold world.
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Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 4:31 PM UTC
Nobody can truly know
Nobody can truly know how when the nights comes and the moon rises high in the sky, I close my eyes, excited to take off to the land of dreams, because I know you will be there. Waiting for me, smiling at me, sitting on a bench in the park with me. Nobody can truly know, how immensely happy I am in those non-existent moments. But they exist, they really do. Just not here, not in this cold world.
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Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 4:31 PM UTC
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