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Living beyond our dreams
isn't far fetching
We tug it right near our hearts
Scents come in and out of our dreams
Voices whisper through day and night
when dreams not supposed to show up
But we paint them vividly as cloud into sky
with ever changing subtleties
Never get tired of senses
that created by and clinch both of us
Tasting the memory is refreshing
as we add more by seconds
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