A dream
All the nights I spent
singing for you
last summer.
All the days I waited
until the day we finally met
when the autumn just started.
All the roads I travelled
and all the rivers
that I left behind.
All the smiles we shared
all the love we felt
and all the time
we walked together
looking for a house,
long time ago.
Everything is nothing but a dream now.
A beautiful dream anyway.
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"she was born is spring but I was born too late,
blame it all a simple twist of fate..." (Bob Dylan)

Meneame
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