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| It's not a dream; it is reality. |
Hoping something will catch my eye,
I look up, with hope in my heart,
I see nothing, but it's just a start.
Everything seems so gloomy;
It is a dream of reality.
I see a mysterious figure,
It's approaching, nearer and nearer,
I run away from it
And walk into another street.
Everything seems so gloomy;
It is a dream of reality.
This street looks more familiar,
I walk faster, feeling merrier.
I reach my destination and open the gate,
And I realize, am really late!
Everything is not so gloomy,
It's not a dream; it is reality.
