My heart, late evening of july;
the day, one thousand nites.
Every dream in my mind,
your lips, that kiss;
reality or fantasy?
Your heart,
early morning of my life.
So pure, so innocent.
Your thoughts, my eyes;
my dreams, still apart;
your hopes, a feeling,
same as mine,
torn apart
every day , every nite.
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