I was just a child, with dreams far from reality
Who believed in true love, in love as in old movie scenes
Love that lasted as long as the most dusty pieces in older museums.
Believed that life was like strawberries, fresh and freshly picked from an appetizing vegetable garden.
But life is not a strawberry, and love does not last as long.
And, perhaps, dreams are just the inverted reality.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
I was just a child, with dreams far from reality
Who believed in true love, in love as in old movie scenes
Love that lasted as long as the most dusty pieces in older museums.
Believed that life was like strawberries, fresh and freshly picked from an appetizing vegetable garden.
But life is not a strawberry, and love does not last as long.
And, perhaps, dreams are just the inverted reality.
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