Apr 2020
You are a dream
That I spend my life
Sleeping on
I hope to wake up
And find you
Sleep comes easy then
That I spend my life
Sleeping on
I hope to wake up
And find you
Sleep comes easy then
We are such stuff. As dreams are made on; and our little life. Is rounded with a sleep. The Tempest Act 4, scene 1
(27/M/New Delhi, India)
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