Sometimes
I can believe in dreams
Sometimes
I can believe in love
and what it means.
Sometimes
I fly in empty space
Sometimes
I run in neverending fields
feeling the window in my face.
It would be better
free your mind
let things happen
and comtemplate life
but oh hapiness
where can I find?
It would be better
embrace the world
smile and say hello to all
but what I really care
its your lovely
heart gold.
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