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Dreams

Oh my dreams are turned to air

Leaving me exposed and bare

I cannot think anymore

My dreams used to be my key to my brain’s door

I no longer can rhyme like a chime

I’m no longer in my prime

Time has taken over me

I can no longer let my thoughts go free

Each one values so much

I can’t let someone else see it not even a touch

My dreams

Broken down in little streams

My Dreams

Broken down by the seams

Oh My dreams

They use to be the thought that beams