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Dream

I am but a humble artist, you are but my noble queen. You can tell me what to think, but I'll show you what to dream. Dream of a world where I fixed what everyone broke, Dream of a world where the skies aren't so grey. Dream of a world where I can get you what you want, instead of the one where you have to live day to day. Dream of a world without misery and pain. Dream of a world that's not tearing itself apart. Dream of a world that's the best you can imagine. Dream of one that's not breaking your heart.
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william-timothy-kirsch
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Jun 25, 2013
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