Sunday, March 27, 2011


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He doesn't believe,
Like he did before.
He doesn't live here,

Someplace else,
Where dreams come true.
Someplace where it matters,
What you do.

Where promises aren't swallowed,
Like an after dinner mint.
And yesterdays love,
Isn't something you resent.

Someplace where dreams don't fade,
Into black and white.
Someplace where hope,
Doesn't fade into night.

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