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Monday, October 13, 2025
In the end they’re just dreams
In the end they’re just dreams
No foot or finger prints
Near weightlessness like light
Changing our very tints
Possessing them with pride
Empty suitcase it seems
Daily round trip travel
In the end they’re just dreams
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