Date written: (04/21/19)
There is freedom in dreaming
Always dream, and soar high
It may just bring miracles someday.
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In the middle of the grassy meadows
Surrounding me was a painting of the great blue sea
With diffusing glow and mist of wildflowers
And seagulls saying hello to me
Atop of this hill in broad noon
I would let the wind blow and so I could reach the clouds
At night I would then sit on the crescent moon
And to beautiful castles I would round
I'll want to take a picture of the windmills with my eyes
And someday will find true love, if I'm in luck to find
A stunning prince that will wear a robe out of canvass
And will dance with a crown made of ribbons and twine
It feels too good to dream
Such splendor that one day I may be
Living a life though even bitter will still taste like cream
Tomorrow may be new, but I'm excited to see!
[それは終わった- Sore wa owatta- "it has ended"]
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Tsundoku.
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