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financier, the dream, the fen, the fine. The fin, the defend, the fawn, then do The coal, the coal light, the colors, the caress. The comb, the calm, the color, the caress. The cortex, the comb, the
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I, was wrong. We, are not these bodies alone. In a dream with a mind of it's own. I, I know you long. To be tethered and tied. To the heart of the one. The one that be layin' you down. On that
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Song My Dream - The Platters. My dream. Is a wondrous dream. It's the answer too. Wanting only you My dream. Is a true delight. My escape at night. From a world that's blue The world we know
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crowded nights. And city lights we left behind. We love the dreams we share. And dare to live the dream. The sea in her serenity, silently. Casts a spell on you and me. We share each other. While the
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it's a dream. Everything I want the world to be. Is now comin' true especially for me. And the reason is clear, it's because you are here. You're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen. I'm on the
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Song The Power Of The Dream - Celine Dion. . Deep within each heart . There lies a magic spark . That lights the fire for our imagintion . And since the dwan of man A . strength just I can . Has
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Bài hát Trigger The Fever - NCT Dream. Jeo deunopeun haneul kkeute nan. Jigureul dalmeun gong hanaro. hc/jn go trigger the fever. Oh nunbushin i geuraundeu wi. Himchage han bal deo dagaga. cl/js
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ways . "Such is life," you whisper passively. "Where did my dream go?". . This is not what I imagined. But this is real life in the trenches. And we are living the dream. Every day comes with the
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other. To dream the fall Oh, rock will always roll. Oh, be still inside my soul Somewhere off into the distance. Followed in a rush. Where I gave upon my brothers. Dressed in camouflage Where I asked
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feel your breath When all we wanted was the dream. To have and to hold that precious little thing. Like every generation yields. The new born hope unjaded by their years Pressed up against the glass
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feel your breath When all we wanted was the dream. To have and to hold that precious little thing. Like every generation yields. The new born hope unjaded by their years Pressed up against the glass
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We run along easy at periscope depth. Sun dappling through clear water. So went the dream of the drowned submariner. Far away from the slaughter Your hair is a strawflower that sings in the sun
